The Supreme Alpha's Human Mate
I spent five years believing I understood what a mate bond was supposed to feel like. I was wrong about almost everything else that mattered too.
The night our son was poisoned, I called Alpha Aiden several times. He didn't answer because he was in our bed with my best friend, claiming her as his true mate — not an affair he'd stumbled into, but a bond he insisted the Goddess herself had corrected him toward. By midnight, I had been struck, accused, rejected, and left with nothing but divorce papers and a pregnancy the healers once told me was impossible.
By the end of that same night, I had also lost my son.
I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong about that too. Someone paid rog