My Sister’s Murderer Became His Chosen Mate

My sister, Lily, was torn to pieces by Rogues. I sobbed, begging my Fated Mate, Alpha Ethan, to find her killers. He never did.

A year later, on the anniversary of her death.

I went to find Ethan, ready to tell him I was pregnant. Instead, I found him holding another omega, Bella, in his arms.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed her. “No one will find out you dropped the pack's mental shield and got Lily killed. Once Harper gives up her title as Luna at the ceremony, you will be my one and only.”

My heart shattered.

So that was it. He never marked me, never rejected me… he wanted me to step down on my own.

He was protecting my sister’s murderer. He wanted to make her Luna.

I stormed in, screaming, but Bella suddenly coughed up blood and collapsed. Wolfsbane poisoning, she claimed.

"She was poisoned saving me! Give me your heart's blood! It's the only thing that can save her!"

Ethan looked at me with more disgust than if I were trash.

“I’m pregnant! It’ll kill the baby!” I pleaded.

But his Alpha Command crashed down. My body was no longer my own. I could only watch as the thick needle pierced my chest, right over my heart.

Golden blood flowed out. A sharp, tearing pain ripped through my stomach…

He had killed my baby.

My wolf shattered inside me.

I closed my eyes, reaching for a forbidden connection in the werewolf world.

"Lycan King Rogan. Tomorrow, I need you to help me destroy everything in the Blackwood Pack. Including Alpha Ethan."

My Fated Mate, Alpha Ethan, never marked me. Instead, he forced me, pregnant with his child, to give my heart’s blood to save his lover—Bella, the monster who killed my sister. He even wanted me to step down, to declare Bella the true Luna of the pack.

I focused on the tiny flicker of life in my womb.

Three years. It had been three years since the Moon Goddess declared us Fated Mates, and still, Ethan refused to mark me.

I knew why. He thought my white wolf bloodline was weak. Besides the healing power of my heart’s blood, I had nothing else to offer.

But now, I was pregnant.

This should have been a day of celebration for the Blackwood Pack. The last hope to save my crumbling bond with Ethan.

The irony was suffocating. Today was also the anniversary of my sister Lily's death.

A year ago, Rogues had ripped her apart.

Ethan had sworn to me he’d protect her like family.

He broke his promise.

I had begged him through my tears to find her killer. He promised he would.

But a year had passed, and the killer was still free.

I took a deep breath, fighting down the nausea, and walked toward the Alpha’s office.

I needed him.

Even if only as my Alpha, he should be with me today. He should come with me to the pack cemetery to see