The Forsaken Luna's Unexpected True Mate

For three years, my marriage to Alpha Silas was a cold, dark routine. Every night, I drank a bitter tea that sent me into a dreamless sleep, waking up with implanted memories of a loving husband.

Then, I discovered the horrific truth. The man sleeping beside me wasn't my husband. He was a soulless clone Silas had bought from a subterranean lab.

The real Silas had abandoned our pack to live with his pregnant Rogue mistress.

"Ensure she drains the cup. She is too weak to smell the difference between us," I heard Silas tell the clone from outside my door.

He had ordered the clone to drug me with Wolfsbane every night. He gave his true love and his royal heir to a lawless Rogue, leaving me in a lightless chamber to be serviced by a counterfeit.

But Silas didn't know I possessed the ancient White Wolf blood, which instantly burned the poison from my veins. Lying awake in the dark, my heart shattered into ice. How could my fated mate defile the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess and turn my life into a sick experiment?

I didn't cry, and I refused to initiate the Rejection ritual to set him free.

Instead, when the trembling clone walked into my bedroom with Silas's exact face and DNA, I smiled.

I was going to awaken the clone's inner wolf, get pregnant with his child, and steal my husband's entire kingdom.