Even the Moon Can’t Mend Betrayal
A month before I was set to present my life’s work—the Moonlight Therapy—Marcus, my Alpha and fiancé of five years, asked me to give the entire research project to his old flame, Isabella.
I refused. He spent the entire month trying to convince me, insisting he was only fulfilling her dying wish.
Then, two weeks before the presentation, a link from a friend arrived.
That’s when I discovered Isabella was already promoting my research online as her own.
He had never intended to ask for my permission at all.
In that instant, I chose to sever our five-year bond.
What Marcus didn’t know was that the core research he’d stolen was critically flawed. On the very day Isabella presented that faulty data to the world, I walked through the doors of the Boston Werewolf Medical Institute instead.
I never looked back.