Severed Bond: The White Wolf's Second Chance

From the back cover

My husband stood over our son's cold, blue body, his eyes filled with pure hatred.

"You killed him," Eli growled, using his Alpha tone to force me into submission. "You were too busy with your research to watch our heir."

I broke. I accepted the punishment. I let them drag me to the water cells where the silver burned my skin.

I let his "cousin" Kasey pour my son’s ashes into a filthy sewer grate while Eli stood by and watched, stone-faced.

He stripped me of my title, my clothes, and threw me into the Rogue lands to rot.

But in the ruins of the old temple, the Moon Goddess showed me the truth.

I wasn't the only one distracted that day.

While our three-year-old screamed for his daddy from the water, Eli heard him. He heard him, but he didn't come.

Because he was in the boathouse, entangled in the sheets with Kasey. He ignored our son's dying cries to satisfy his lust.

The pain was too much. To survive the agony, I chose the Ritual of Oblivion. I paid the ultimate price: I erased my memories of them. All of them.

Years later, as the revered White Wolf Luna, I walked down the grand staircase of the Lycan palace.

A man I didn't recognize fell to his knees in front of the crowd, weeping, clutching at the hem of my silver dress.

"Harper, please! It’s me, Eli! Remember our baby!"

I tilted my head, looking at him with polite indifference.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"I have no mate named Eli."