I miscarried after saving my mate, Alpha Dylan of the Silvermoon Pack, during a rogue attack. As I lay recovering, I overheard him give a chilling order to the healer: “Remove her uterus. Make sure she never gets pregnant again.”
Then Mabel, an Omega, walked in with a little boy. Dylan lifted the child proudly—his eyes, her smile. Their son.
My heart broke. The man who once swore to love me had built a life with someone else behind my back. And yet, he told the healer to spare no cost—using the rare, priceless Moonbloom herb—to heal me.
When I broke our mate bond to free him for the family he clearly chose, I expected silence. Instead, Dylan went mad.
