For eight years, Alexander Hale and I had been mates. We’d agreed not to have children.At least, I’d always thought it was something we both wanted.Then he was diagnosed with cancer, and he slept with the woman his parents had picked out for him.That night, he took Celeste Winslow into the bedroom next to ours.Through the wall, I heard the bed frame slam against the plaster. I heard her moaning, begging him not to hold back, telling him to give her a baby.Their breathing. Their whispers.They sounded like two people who’d forgotten anyone else existed.Alexander was the Alpha of the Hale Pack. Eight years earlier, we’d sealed our mating bond beneath the moon, and the elders had recognized me as his Luna.His mark lay between my neck and shoulder, binding me to his scent, his heartbeat.Once, that mark had meant everything to me.I’d believed that wherever he went, some part of him would always know where he belonged.But after every night with Celeste, Alexander rushed into the sh
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