The Alpha's Lost Luna: Too Late for Redemption

For nine years, I was the "Wolfless Wonder," the shame of the Reyes Pack. I swallowed bitter suppressants every morning to hide my identity as a rare White Wolf, enduring my husband’s coldness just to stay by his side.

But tonight, Alpha Dominick shattered whatever bond we had left. He walked into the Annual Gathering with his mistress, Chastity, clinging to his arm, pregnant and smug.

When Chastity staged a miscarriage and blamed me, Dominick didn't ask for the truth. He dragged me to the hospital.

"She needs blood," he snarled. "O-Negative. Like yours."

He used the Alpha Command to force me onto the table. He watched as they drained me dry to save the woman destroying my life.

"Alpha, her heart rate is dropping!" the doctor warned. "It will kill her!"

Dominick didn't even flinch.

"Keep going," he ordered. "Take what you need until Chastity is safe."

As the machine beeped and darkness took me, the submissive wife died.

I woke up in the morgue holding cell and made a choice. I signed the divorce papers, set the penthouse on fire, and vanished into the night. He thought I burned to death.

He didn't know I escaped.

Months later, he tracked a ghost to a vineyard in London. But he didn't find the broken girl he sacrificed.

He found the White Wolf, glowing with silver magic, standing beside a new mate who actually cherished me.

Dominick fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "Annis, come home. I command you."

I looked down at him and smiled.

"Your voice doesn't work on me anymore, Alpha. You killed the part of me that listened."

Chapter 1

Annis POV:

The scent of champagne and roasted venison was suffocating, a heavy velvet shroud over the sharp, metallic tang of my own anxiety.

Tonight was the Annual Gathering of the Reyes Pack. By rights, I should have been on the dais, wearing the Luna's crest.

Instead, I stood in the shadows near the kitchen doors, gripping a tray of empty glasses until my knuckles ached.

"Look at her," a whisper drifted from a group of high-ranking she-wolves. "The Wolfless Wonder. Nine years and nothing. It's pathetic."

"Dominick is a saint for keeping her," another sneered. "If the Goddess saddled me with a dud, I'd have rejected it on the spot."

I kept my head down. They saw the surface. They didn't see the suppressants I swallowed every morning-bitter little pills that kept my wolf in a chemical coma. They didn't know I was a White Wolf, a biological anomaly hunted for her potent blood.

To them, I was just Annis the cripple. The mistake.

The ballroom went dead silent as the heavy double doors swung open.

Dominick walked in.

My heart betrayed me, slamming against my ribs. Even after nine years of ice, he was power incarnate. Six-foot-four of corded muscle, radiating an aura that tasted like ozone and incoming storms. He was the Alpha Supreme of the East Coast.

But he