Not Your Luna Anymore, Alpha Caleb!
I listened to my mate fuck my maid for five years.
Right here beside my hospital bed.
“When you stand by her bed,” Frost gasped beneath my mate’s thrusts, “are you thinking of your Luna… or how you fucked me here?”
“Don’t.” Caleb answered, his voice low, his rhythm never slowing.
“She’s always my Luna. I need her.”
Frost laughed, breathless and soft.“Sure, Alpha. But when the lights go out, only I know whose name you really moan.”
No. I knew it. I heard clearly for five years.
My fated mate, the father of my twins, the man I fought for and nearly died for, betrayed me while I lay unconscious after childbirth.
But what I never expected was that my puppies would choose her too.
I was done listening to betrayal from the shadows.
It was time to take back what was mine.
The thought of their faces when they realized I was awake made me smile.
I reached for the phone by my bed when they left and pressed the button.
“I’m awake.”