LOGINFor eight years I cooked, cleaned, and raised another woman's pup while my husband drove two hours every weekend to stroke her hair. For eight years I smiled through pack meetings, swallowed my tears in empty hallways, and told myself this was what it meant to be a good Luna. Then I lost our pups. Alone. On a hospital bed. While he was posting photos at a festival with her. That was the last thing I did for free. My name is Leah Hargrove. I was never his Luna. I was his maid. And I am finally done.
View MoreLEAH "Who sent you?" I asked low and sharp. "The one responsible for your father's death." That stopped me cold. My father, died eleven years ago in a lycan brutal attack. He was just a man who doing his job, trying to protect a warehouse full of food and medicine supplies, and those fucking monsters tore him apart without a second thought until he took his last breath. I stared at the driver, eyes narrowing, gaze dropping to his collar. There was a small emblem stitched there, one I knew the second I saw it, because a shredded piece of that same emblem was balled up in my father's fist when Cain's Dad found him. The Vorreth. A lycan clan that had the whole country scared to say their name out loud. Killers who operated completely above the law. A name nobody in our pack said above a whisper after that night. "We can offer you shelter," the bald man said. I said nothing, just stared at the long empty road ahead. Hot, bare, stretching on in a way that didn't promise much at th
I had just zipped up my bag when the bedroom door swung open. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was — that perfume always clung to her. It dragged up every bad memory I'd buried during my years as her daughter-in-law. Every bit of suffering in this house started with Lady Margaret. "What are you doing? And what is that?" She was still standing in the doorway, her eyes moving from my face to the bag I was stuffing with what little clothing I owned. "I'm leaving," I said flatly, not looking at her. I picked up the bag and slung it over my shoulder. Margaret stepped inside and slammed the teacup she'd been holding onto the vanity table. "You're not going anywhere, omega trash." Her voice dropped into a low, venomous hiss. "You only became this pack's Luna because Cain's Dad felt sorry for you after your Dad died. So...you don't get to walk out of here like some cheap omega who forgot her place."She was right, Cain’s dad, Alpha Nex Hargrove was the only person in this
"I lost our pups." "Mm." His thumb kept moving across the screen. "Anyway, Brody hasn't eaten yet. Make him breakfast. Simple is fine." I didn't respond. I was too stunned to respond. What Cain was doing was cruel beyond anything I had words for. After everything I had given up, after walking away from my own future to marry him, after eight years of this house and this pack and this life that never once felt like it belonged to me. "Oh and Celeste is here too. Make enough for three." Brody looked up from his toys. "I want pancakes, Aunt Leah!" Cain's whole face softened as he looked at him. "Pancakes take too long, bud. Eggs for now, yeah?" Then he glanced over at me to confirm. "That work?" Before I could say anything, the sound of heels came down the main staircase. Precise and unhurried. Lady Margaret. Cain's mother.She descended the stairs in a silk robe the color of ash, silver hair already pinned perfectly, a cup of coffee in one hand like she had been awake fo
Eight years ago, one day after Abel died, Celeste came to us.Cain and I had just gotten married. We hadn't even had our first night together yet. Celeste showed up at our door holding a pregnancy test with two pink lines, telling us the pup she was carrying belonged to Abel.And from that day on Cain decided Celeste would stay with us until she gave birth. Not only that, he made a promise over Abel's grave that he would look after her. For Abel.From that day on, Celeste became Cain's priority.For nine months I took care of her. I gave up my husband every two weeks so he could take her to her prenatal checkups. I let Cain pour every bit of his attention into her under the excuse that she needed support to get through the grief of losing her mate.Every werewolf knew what it meant to lose a mate. It wasn't just heartbreak. It was like losing half of your own soul, half of your shift, half of everything that made you whole. I understood that. I never once faulted Celeste for her grief












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