They believed Dahlia was his destined mate… but I was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess.
No one knew I was the true soulmate of Zayden, the Iron Moon Pack’s head Alpha. To the world, I was the other woman—the mistake. All because Dahlia, his childhood friend, had always stood beside him, admired for her soft voice and fragile beauty.
When I became pregnant, Zayden chose silence over truth. To protect Dahlia’s image, he claimed she was carrying his pup, not me. My heart shattered. “If they knew she had no mate,” he said, “they’d shame her. She wouldn’t survive the weight of their judgment.”
And what about me? What about our child?
While he left to find herbs for Dahlia, the elders came. Cold. Ruthless. They forced me to end my pregnancy, declaring my pup a stain on the Iron Moon Pack’s honor.
By the time Zayden returned, it was too late.
Our baby was gone.
And I was gone, too.
