Pregnant and Rejected: The Alpha's Biggest Mistake

From the back cover

My husband Liam was the perfect Alpha. He built me a library, fought off rogues, and swore I was his soulmate. I thought we were the perfect fated couple.

That was until I found the burner phone wedged deep in the sofa cushions.

"She's just a placeholder," he texted his mistress, Ava. "You know you're my real queen."

Attached was an ultrasound of a wolf pup—his heir.

I tried to leave with dignity, but he dragged me to the Pack Gala. On a live stream watched by thousands, he paraded Ava around, wearing my family’s heirloom necklace. When I tried to take it back, he didn't just stop me.

He slapped me across the face.

The force of his blow didn't just break my heart; the trauma killed the secret baby growing inside me.

I severed the bond and vanished, leaving him with his "queen" and his guilt.

Five years later, I returned, not as a weak rejected mate, but as the powerful Alpha of the Sanctuary.

Liam fell to his knees in the dirt, holding a flawless pink diamond, begging for a second chance.

"I fought for you," he cried, tears streaming down his face. "I bled for you! I am your Fated Mate!"

I looked at him with nothing but pity, then turned to the man standing beside me—the quiet Beta who had silently saved my life years ago when Liam was too busy playing the hero.

I took Ethan's hand.

"Ethan," I asked, my voice ringing clear through the silent crowd. "Will you be my Mate?"

As Liam screamed in agony, the Moon Goddess answered with a blinding golden light.