Stolen Heart: An Alpha's Sin for His Mistress

Our pup, Kyle Draven, is burning with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit. His small body convulses as he cries out for his father.

But my husband, the Alpha, doesn't care. Julian Draven ignores our son's suffering because Kyle's cries might disturb his precious Linda Griffin.

"Linda's trying on evening gowns. Stop using Kyle to get my attention. You're pathetic."

Linda deliberately monopolizes my husband's time, then shows up with cake for Kyle like she's some saint. When Kyle eats it, he vomits black-purple blood.

The cake had Wolfsbane.

I confront her, desperate for answers, but Julian responds with a vicious slap and crushes me under his Alpha authority.

"Linda wouldn't hurt a fly. How could she poison anyone? You clearly framed her. What kind of mother poisons her own pup?"

He shatters my spine and throws both me and our dying pup into the Borderlands.

Just as he gives the order to kill us, a roar erupts from deep within the forest—the kind that makes every beast submit.

My childhood friend has returned.

The bonfire in the square blazed bright. Heat washed over my face, but it couldn't warm my frozen hands and feet.

Today was Alpha Julian Draven's celebration. It was supposed to be my bonding ceremony with Julian too.

But the woman standing in the center of the square, wrapped in a pure white gown and nestled against Julian's side, wasn't me. Her name was Linda Griffin, a human woman Julian had brought back with him.

"Tonight, I swear to the Moon Goddess!" Julian's voice boomed as loud as ever, hitting every ear in the crowd.

"The human, Linda Griffin, will be my one and only Luna!"

The lively crowd fell deathly silent. Then, shocked whispers rippled through the square.

I somehow managed to move my legs. All I felt was a small, warm hand clutching desperately at my skirt.

It was our pup, three-year-old Kyle Draven. His amber eyes, so much like Julian's, filled with terror.

"Julian!"

I dragged Kyle forward and pushed through to the platform. My voice cracked from rage and fear.

"What about Kyle and me? What are we supposed to be? Everyone's watching. You're really going to abandon me and our pup for a human?"

Julian finally looked down. His gaze was so cold and distant that it made my blood run cold.

"Ella, know your place." His voice was cold and dismissive.

"You're just a tool to bear my heirs. As for Kyle..."

He glanced at the crying pup, his brow furrowing in irritation. Behind him, Linda tugged lightly at the corner of his shirt.

She looked at me, her lips curving into the briefest smirk before she quickly replaced it with a pitiful expression.

"I'm so sorry, Ella." Linda's voice was soft as a whisper, yet somehow perfectly audible to the elders in the front row. "I didn't want to come between you two, but I'm already carrying Julian's pup. This is the product of true love. I can't let