No More Waiting
The Alpha of our pack decreed that his heir’s mate must be chosen from a decent background.
But the next Alpha, Bleiz, chose me as his mate—a slave picked up by a healer.
For me, Bleiz gave up his inheritance and endured ninety-nine lashes, blood soaking through his shirt. Still, he smiled at me and said, “Nancy, don’t be afraid. You’re the only one I want as my future Luna.”
Later, the Alpha finally relented, agreeing to let Bleiz and me elope, but Bleiz had to leave an heir for the family.
Since then, the words Bleiz said to me most often were: “Please wait.”
The first time, Bleiz asked me to wait—for him to get another omega pregnant.
The second time, Bleiz asked me to wait again, because
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