Maverick Taylor and I were together for twenty years—ten dating, ten married. He was a cast-out Alpha’s son, poisoned with wolfsbane, and left for dead. I saved him, healed him, and helped rebuild his pack. Everyone said I chose the right mate. But they didn’t know he loved another.
For years, I endured his coldness and her cruelty. When he told me she was carrying his heir, I still refused to break our bond—until he raised his claws at me in front of our pup. I finally let go.
But on the day we were meant to sever our bond, Maverick was ambushed. The wolfsbane damaged his mind… and now he only remembers the time when he truly loved me.
