Rejecting the Alpha After He Killed My Pups
The day Alpha Marcus and I marked each other, his first love, Cecilia, threw herself off a cliff into a ravine overgrown with wolfsbane.
The pack searched for three full days and nights before they found her, barely clinging to life.
She was once the most spirited she-wolf in our pack, but the fall cost her a leg and the ability to bear pups.
I grieved for the beautiful life that had been ruined, and I blamed myself for not seeing how fragile she'd become.
Marcus comforted me gently. "Elena, this wasn't your fault. Cecilia made her own choice. You did everything you could. Don't beat yourself up."
Later, not long after our pup, Rylan, turned five, a sudden illness tore through him, and he died in my arms.
Night after night, Marcus held me, wiping away my tears.
"Don't be sad, Elena," he would murmur. "We'll have other children."
I had always believed my mate was the most considerate, most protective Alpha in the entire world.
Until the day I overheard him speaking with his Beta, Adrin.
"Alpha, the dosage of wolfsbane we gave Rylan was perfect—just as you ordered. It looked like a genetic defect. No one will ever suspect."
"It's been so long. Don't you think it's time to forgive the Luna?"
"What's one pup compared to what Cecilia lost? She lost a leg, her future as a mother. Everything."