Carrying the Alpha’s Pup, Cast Aside

I was Ronan Blackcliff’s secret mate for ten years—hidden in the shadows while he ruled as Alpha, promising me someday.

When the Moon Goddess marked me with his child, he finally smiled at me the way I’d waited a lifetime for.

For the first time, he chose me. He proposed. I believed I had finally won his heart.

I was five months pregnant when I went to the pack office to deliver reports—

and found the Alpha with another woman straddling his lap.

His lips were at her neck. His hands knew her far too well.

And his words destroyed everything I thought we were building.

“Once she gives birth,” he murmured, “we’ll complete the mating ceremony. You’re the Luna I want.”

Delilah Ravenshaw.

His former mate. The she-wolf who rejected him because she never wanted pups—only the title of Luna without the pain of bearing heirs.

I was never the one he loved. I was just the carrier he needed.

Ten years of loyalty didn’t soften his heart.

It only gave him time to plan how to use mine.

So I made two decisions under the cold glow of the moon.

First: I would sever the bond and end the pregnancy. I refuse to give an Alpha a pup born of betrayal.

Second: I would disappear from the pack—and return one day powerful enough to make him regret ever underestimating me.

Before leaving, I made one last call… to the mate fate once whispered to me long ago.

“You said you’d claim me if I ever asked,” I said softly. “Do you still mean it?”

A pause. Then his voice—steady, deadly, certain.

“Always.”