The Rejected Luna’s Secret Twins

For ten years, Alpha Ryker was my mate. And for ten years, he slept with other she-wolves.

Every time he touched another woman, the mate bond burned through me like a brand. Still, I played the part of the dutiful Luna. I stood by his side.

His excuse? The pack needed a strong heir.

A past injury had broken my wolf, leaving me barren. He claimed any pup I conceived would be too weak to survive.

But when he brought home his 100th conquest, a she-wolf named Lorelei, I finally broke.

I saw the love in his eyes for her. I felt his wolf stir. It was different.

He hurt me, abandoned me for her, again and again.

He even destroyed my ten-year-old moonflower garden because of her.

I couldn't take the nightly agony anymore. I asked him to sever our bond.

The first time I asked for a rejection ceremony, he panicked. He begged me with red-rimmed eyes not to leave. I tearfully agreed, still clinging to him.

But then he left my side to comfort Lorelei after she had a nightmare.

I asked ten, twenty, thirty more times. He grew numb.

By the fiftieth time, he just sneered.

"Enough, Carys. You're a she-wolf with a dormant inner wolf. Being my Luna is the best you'll ever get. You can't leave me."

But he didn't know. He had already signed our rejection papers.

In three days, our mate bond would be gone for good.

And my phone held an ultrasound of twin pups, along with another message.

"The full moon is in three days. We'll have our mating ceremony then."

"How long are you going to keep this up?"

Ryker’s voice was sharp with impatience.

"You know the mate bond can't be broken. Stop with these childish demands."

I stared at the face I once loved so deeply. His sharp jawline. The way his brow furrowed when he was focused. Those golden eyes that once held a softness reserved only for me.

We had been mated for ten years.

Ever since our ceremony under the laurel tree.

"I, Ryker Blackwood, in the name of the Moon Goddess, bind my soul to yours for eternity..." His vow had been so sincere then.

"Carys, I have to think of the pack. The pack needs a strong heir." His explanation after the first night he didn't come home.

"This is just temporary. It will all stop once we have a child." His promise during our tenth argument.

"Starting this again? You're nothing but a broken she-wolf with a sleeping wolf. Being my Luna is the best you can ever hope for." His scorn the fiftieth time I asked for a rejection.

Sitting here now, watching the mockery on his face, I felt nothing.

Instead, another pair of eyes flashed in my mind. Amber eyes. Kian's.

The man who eased my suffering with his own energy when Ryker's betrayals were tearing me apart. He never said much. He would just press his hand