The Alpha's Lost Luna: Too Late for Redemption

From the back cover

For nine years, I was the "Wolfless Wonder," the shame of the Reyes Pack. I swallowed bitter suppressants every morning to hide my identity as a rare White Wolf, enduring my husband’s coldness just to stay by his side.

But tonight, Alpha Dominick shattered whatever bond we had left. He walked into the Annual Gathering with his mistress, Chastity, clinging to his arm, pregnant and smug.

When Chastity staged a miscarriage and blamed me, Dominick didn't ask for the truth. He dragged me to the hospital.

"She needs blood," he snarled. "O-Negative. Like yours."

He used the Alpha Command to force me onto the table. He watched as they drained me dry to save the woman destroying my life.

"Alpha, her heart rate is dropping!" the doctor warned. "It will kill her!"

Dominick didn't even flinch.

"Keep going," he ordered. "Take what you need until Chastity is safe."

As the machine beeped and darkness took me, the submissive wife died.

I woke up in the morgue holding cell and made a choice. I signed the divorce papers, set the penthouse on fire, and vanished into the night. He thought I burned to death.

He didn't know I escaped.

Months later, he tracked a ghost to a vineyard in London. But he didn't find the broken girl he sacrificed.

He found the White Wolf, glowing with silver magic, standing beside a new mate who actually cherished me.

Dominick fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Annis, come home. I command you."

I looked down at him and smiled.

"Your voice doesn't work on me anymore, Alpha. You killed the part of me that listened."