Get Back The Abandoned Luna

I caught his scent before I saw them, my husband's scent, saturating another woman's skin.

Three years. I gave Alexander three years, my father's territory, my people's loyalty, and a slow poison quietly destroying my body from the inside.

I made him — pulled a fallen, abandoned Alpha from the dirt, merged our packs, convinced every dissenting elder, and stepped aside so he could wear the crown I built.

I called it love. He called it convenient.

The night I walked into that ballroom uninvited, his mistress was already on his arm.

By the end of the night, she was on her knees — telling the entire pack she was carrying his heir.

That was the moment I understood: I was never his wife. I was his ladder.

I walked out without trembling. And I started planning.

There was only one move left — to go to the man I had once rejected.

The most powerful Alpha in the word.

The one who never forgot.