The White Wolf's Pregnant Mate, Marked For A Second Chance

The Healer told me I was finally pregnant. After two years of doubt, I was carrying the heir to the Blackstone Pack. This pup was supposed to be the key to our future, solidifying my place as the Alpha's Luna.

But just as the joy set in, a Mind-Link from my best friend shattered my world. It was an image of my mate, Damien, pressing another woman against a wall, his mouth devouring hers.

When I confronted him, he dismissed it as "blowing off steam," blaming the pressure of needing an heir.

But the real blow came when I overheard his mother praising his mistress, Seraphina. She was six months pregnant with what they called a "true Blackstone heir."

While I, his fated mate, was just an "empty shell."

Fifteen years of love and loyalty, all for nothing. The business empire I built for our pack was just a tool. Our pup, the miracle I was cherishing, was worthless to them. I was just a political necessity with a weak bloodline, waiting to be replaced.

That night, at the Full Moon Celebration, I was supposed to announce my pregnancy and beg for their acceptance.

Instead, I walked onto the stage, looked Damien in the eye, and spoke the ancient words of severance.

Then, I opened a private channel to the one man who could help me burn it all to the ground.

"Kaelan," I sent. "I agree to your plan."