Antonette Arsha

I thought marrying the Alpha would finally give me a place in the pack. I was wrong. On the night we were bound, he rejected me. Not in private. Not with mercy. He tore the mate bond apart before the entire pack and accused me of carrying another man’s child. I was stripped of my title, cast out, and left to survive alone while pregnant with the very heir he denied. I should have died in those woods. Instead, I was found by something far more dangerous than an Alpha. The Direwolf Alpha is feared by every pack. Exiled. Scarred. Ruthless. He does not follow pack law or bow to fate. When he looks at me, he does not see a weak, wolf-less woman or a burdened womb. He sees something worth claiming. As my body changes, so does everything I believed about myself. The wolf I was told I did not have begins to stir, and the child I carry draws whispers of prophecy and power. The pack that rejected me wants me back. The mate who humiliated me suddenly remembers my name. But the Direwolf who claimed me has no intention of giving me up. I was rejected while pregnant. Now I must decide who I will become and which bond I will choose.

“I, Markus, Alpha of the Bluestone Pack, hereby banish you from this pack and strip you of your title as Luna.” The words hit me like a heavy stone thrown at my chest. For a second, the whole world went silent. Then the mating bond between us started to tear. It felt like someone was ripping a part of my soul away. The pain was so sharp I almost fell to my knees. But what hurt even more was the look in his eyes. He didn’t believe me. Not even a little. He believed the words of a guard he had tortured over me — his mate, the woman who had loved him for five years. The woman who had cried in his arms when the pack called me barren. The woman who was carrying his child right now. He had zero faith in me.