The Alpha Chose His Heirs, So I Chose Myself
Damon Blackwood nearly died for me once.
So when he asked me to wait while another woman carried his child, I did.
I told myself it was not betrayal. It was duty.
I told myself a man who had given up everything for me could not possibly be choosing someone else.
For me, Damon gave up his claim to the Alpha title. He endured ninety-nine lashes from the Pack elders, then knelt for three days in the ancestral shrine with his back torn open and his shirt soaked through with blood.
When they finally carried him out, he could barely breathe.
So when his father said the Bloodmoon Pack needed a pureblood heir before they would allow us to be together, I tried to believe him.
Damon told me Victoria Hale was only a duty.
He told me one child would be enough.
Then Victoria gave birth to a daughter, and the promise changed.
One heir became one son.
One sacrifice became another year of waiting.
Until Victoria’s daughter suddenly fell ill, and everyone said I had poisoned her.
Alpha Conrad and Luna Catherine threw me into the dungeon before I could even defend myself.
Damon stood outside the iron door.
Not angry at them.
Not worried about me.
He looked at me like I was something he no longer recognized.
“I told you to wait,” he said. “Why did you have to touch my child?”
My child.
Once, Damon had sworn he would only accept a child born from my body.
Now he held Victoria’s daughter in his arms and called her his.
When the dungeon door finally opened, I did not run to him.
I chose the future I had abandoned for him.