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The day I miscarried, I saw my Alpha husband accompanying his first love through her prenatal checkup. "This is the Alpha's private ward, reserved for his mate. Please leave." His guard delivered Damon's order flatly. As the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, fresh from my lost pregnancy, I was forced to yield my room to his mistress. Damon didn't even ask why I was in the hospital; he was fixed entirely on Claudia in the bed. I regretted it. I regretted saving him from wolves in the Northern Wastes. I regretted believing sincerity could win an arranged marriage. I regretted ever loving him. In his eyes, I was the daughter of the man who’d killed his best friend. I was the wedge driven between him and Claudia. I was the single greatest mistake of his life. That final betrayal killed the last piece of me—he introduced Claudia as his Luna and offered me as a gift to his infamous business partner. Enough. I didn't want Damon anymore. I didn't want this Luna title. I just wanted to be free. "I, Aria Grayson... reject you, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, as my mate." The mate bond shattered. Miles away, an agonizing scream tore from Damon's throat. Right then, his supposedly dead friend Liam appeared, revealing: "Claudia lied. Aria was the one who saved you three years ago." As Damon went mad searching for me, I was already high above the clouds. His Luna was gone forever. Aria's POV I sent ten mindlinks to my mate. He ignored every single one. Our pup was gone. I never even got the chance to tell my Alpha mate, Damon, that he had existed. Then, a familiar scent drifted past—pine and leather. I lifted my eyes in shock. "Da—" The word died in my throat. The door to the VIP ward stood slightly ajar. My gaze fell to the narrow gap. My Alpha husband—my mate—sat on the edge of the hospital bed, another woman gathered in his arms. His hand covered hers, his thumb stroking gently over her knuckles, soothing her as though she were something fragile and precious. The woman on the bed
