From Barren Mate to Pregnant Queen

I waited eight years. The day I was supposed to become Luna, my fated mate, Alpha Cayden, rejected me in front of the entire pack. Because I was barren.

He severed our mate bond and kissed my omega assistant, Lilith.

Turns out, they had already mated. The bitch was pregnant with his child.

Rage consumed me. I was ready to leave it all behind, but his mother threw me in a silver cell.

He planned to strip me of my wolf and my gift—and give my powers to his new Luna, Lilith.

Broken, I fled, only to be attacked by rogues and left for dead in a pool of my own blood.

When I woke again, I was in a strange place. My memory was wiped clean.

Alpha Rhys of the Shadowcrest Pack was by my side, promising to take care of me.

And me, the barren wolf, I was pregnant…

But I can no longer remember who the child's father was.

My fated mate, Alpha Cayden, rejected me at my own Luna ceremony.

"Lilith is pregnant with my heir," Cayden announced from the stage, his eyes locked on me. "She will be the new Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. The mother of my pup. As for Becca, she has failed to give this pack an heir. For this failure, I, Alpha Cayden, hereby reject her. However, the pack will still grant her the rank of Beta…"

He spoke of the position as if it were a great mercy.

My world shattered. The searing pain of our broken bond ripped through me.

Slowly, I lifted my head and met their gaze on the stage.

The golden aura that always surrounded Cayden fractured, replaced by a jarring, ugly gray.

The color of deceit. A color I’d never seen on him before.

Lilith was caressing her flat stomach, a triumphant smirk on her face.

Whispers grew louder in the grand hall.

They were waiting for a show. Waiting to see the Alpha’s rejected mate make a fool of herself.

But there were no tears. No screams. No hysterics.

I just wanted to escape.

I held Cayden’s gaze for a long moment, then turned and walked out of the hall, hundreds of pairs of eyes burning into my back.

Every step felt like walking on broken glass.

Back at our home—no, his home—I began to pack. Clothes, makeup, a few books. My movements were numb, mechanical.

My hand hovered over an exquisite magic music box on my vanity.

It was the last thing my mother left me. The only thing, she’d told me, that could soothe my gift when the world was full of lies.

Yes, I have a gift. I can sense lies.

It was a curse that made being around anyone unbearable. Until Cayden.

His aura was pure gold—a sign he would never lie to me.

I endured the pain of my gift to help him, using it to see through any deception, winning countless negotiations and expanding our territory.