My Mate Chose the Fake Luna Who Hurt Our Baby

IA'S

The sickening crunch of meta

tiseptic burned my nose, and blindi

brother and the pack's head healer-let o

in protest, every muscle pulsing like

houlder down. "You're lucky.

my weekly grocery shopping for the pack when suddenly a truck lost contr

ed bitterly. "Another

es's jaw tightened. "You're t

ter: "There's more. You're

ath va

at I'd never give Dominic an heir. Five years of watching

rembled against my st

ruffled my hair with familiar ease. "-top of my class at Johns Hopkins." He helped m

d. Maybe this was the Moon Goddess's mercy-a child to finally m

whispers slithere

raud's back in

e everything

serves the ti

ds to deny them. But they weren't wrong. If it weren'

true Blackwood Luna would bear the Phoenix mark-a sacred

estined for the honor. Their love story was well-known. The p

fire chose

Ome

out

she-wolf in Bla

Certainly not Dominic. But prophecies don't be

s just a usurper who shackled D

ed me a chance to

dn't m

olf had died in an attack that left me Mindlink-mute at

. Two. V

understood-an Alpha always had the pack's emergency f

eeded him

To pretend, just for one

ng endlessly

enemies lurked everywhere. Lately, he'd been distant, buried in work he refu

ame only-the pack still saw me as just anothe

oddess, protect him-my mate, the fath

ted from the hospital hallway. Clinging to

as doctors rushed toward the entrance. I tried to l

, pain lancing through my

eyes of m

breath. His glare cut deeper than claws, his massive frame vibrating with revulsio

is roar sho

I saw

ainst his chest like

at seal

el

he'd alwa

go. I'd almost let myself b

ain skin marred by gashes-while Dominic looked

'd never

eg aside like trash an

rged around me, a ript

erupted like a wound ripped fresh. The prophecy, the b

to claim it. Could