The Alpha's Fake Luna Is the Lycan King's Mate

Five years I called myself his Luna. There was never a mating record to prove it.

When I go looking for the truth, I find a partnership contract. Five years. Signed by Jaxon. Expired today.

I wasn't his mate. I was staff.

Then he walks through the door with the woman he left me for - and a four-year-old boy wearing his eyes.

The doctor's report is worse. Every night for five years, the tea Jaxon brought me was laced with Withering Root, an herb that ruins a she-wolf's womb.

He didn't just cheat on me. He decided I would never have a child of my own.

So I make one phone call.

One call, and the Lycan King offers me everything the Slate Pack ever denied me. All he asks in return is my hand.

Now Jaxon's mother wants me in a servant's uniform, tending his mistress's son. And Jaxon wants me to believe this is still my home.

So I let him. I let him promise me a public Marking Ceremony - one month from today, before the whole Pack.

He thinks it's the day he wins everything.

It's the day I take it all.