Seven Years Later, the Alpha Didn't Recognize His Own Pup
Three days after Theodore marked me, I took the three million his mother offered.
Then I aborted our pup and forced our mate bond apart.
Outside the operating room, he howled until he spat blood, begging me not to be so cruel.
He said he would hate me for the rest of his life.
Seven years later, we met again at an auction. A beautiful, docile she-wolf was sitting beside him.
I'd come to the auction for the moonlight grass.
But Theodore kept raising his paddle, snatching up the very lot I was bidding on.
He took the moonlight grass, dropped it in front of me, and crushed it into the dirt with his heel.
He said, "Anything you want, I'll destroy."
He didn't know. The moonlight grass could save my pup's life.
His pup, too.