The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate

When Laila got pregnant with the child of her adoptive brother Jason—the young Alpha of her pack—she thought she might finally have a reason to claim a place in his world. But when Jason returns home with his fated mate by his side, Laila learns that she was nothing in Jason’s eyes. Expelled with nothing but heartbreak and the tiny life growing inside her, Laila disappears into the human world, determined to protect her child in her own way.

Six years later, Laila—now Vanessa Harper—is no longer the fragile, wolfless girl. She’s powerful, respected, and completely looks like a different person. She believed she could live her new life with her daughter Ava peacefully without seeing Jason ever again, until fate forces her back into Jason’s life.

Old lies, pack politics, and the truth about her daughter all collide— and this time, Jason won’t let her walk away easily.

"Laila, meet Brittany. My fated mate."

I was about to tell Jason about the baby growing inside me. His baby. While he brought his fated mate back, the woman the Moon Goddess had chosen for him.

The pregnancy test was still tucked in my jacket pocket. Two pink lines that would change everything.

I'd planned to show him privately when he got home, hoping that together we could figure out how to tell everyone.

No one knew that we had slept together yet. Things were tricky. Jason was the young Alpha of my pack, while I was his adopted sister.

But now...

"Brittany, this is my adopted sister Laila." The words sounded like a business introduction. Professional. Distant

Adopted sister. That's all I'd ever been to him. That's all I'd ever be.

Jason and his mother, Sarah, found me when I was seven. Just some terrified kid wandering the forest after rogues killed my parents.

Luna Sarah had a good heart. She brought me into her pack and made me a part of her family.

Everything changed a month ago on my eighteenth birthday. I had finally gathered up enough courage to tell Jason that I'd had a crush on him ever since we met.

To my surprise, he didn't push me away. We had both been drinking too much that night. One second, I brought him to my room, telling him how I felt. The next second, his hands were in my hair, his mouth on mine like he'd been starving for it.

Since then, it had been this weird thing between us. Midnight meetings and stolen kisses when nobody was watching. He'd climb through my window after dark. We'd lose ourselves in each other until sunrise.

But we never talked about what any of it meant. Never put words to whatever this thing was between us.

I knew why, though. Not only because I was adopted by his family, but also because I couldn't shift like all the other werewolves.

I realized that I couldn't shift when I turned fourteen, and no wolf meant I was basically human. And