My Alpha Mate Poisoned Me: The Luna's Comeback

For twelve years, I was the shame of the Silver Moon Pack. A Luna who never shifted, a barren wife who couldn't give Alpha Ivan an heir.

I thought my body was broken. But on my thirtieth birthday, I learned I wasn't sick. I was being murdered.

Tracking Ivan to a downtown gallery, I expected to catch him in a lie about work. Instead, I saw him playing father to a child that wasn't mine, while his mistress looked on with a smirk.

Then, I heard my own father’s voice booming through the thin glass.

"If that White Wolf blood of hers ever woke up, she'd destroy us all. Better she dies a sickly Omega."

My husband, my Fated Mate, didn't defend me. He just checked his watch.

"She smells of death already. The Wolfsbane in her tea will finish her off during the fireworks tonight. Then we can finally replace the mule."

My knees hit the floor. For five years, the "medicine" they forced down my throat wasn't a cure. It was poison designed to suppress my Supreme rank.

They didn't hate me because I was weak; they were killing me because I was stronger than all of them combined.

I drove back to the mansion, my sadness hardening into cold rage.

I poured the lethal tea down the sink and picked up the microphone for the Pack Gathering.

They were expecting a funeral tonight.

I was about to give them a public execution.