Betrayed By The Alpha: The Spirit Luna Returns

I hovered in the corner of the damp Runt Quarters, powerless as a ghost, watching my five-year-old daughter take her last breath.

She died of a fever that a simple medicine could have cured.

But my husband, Alpha Elroy, refused to pay for it. He was too busy dining with his mistress to waste resources on a "runt."

When he finally arrived, there were no tears.

He picked up my daughter’s small body like a bag of trash and tossed her into the incineration pit meant for criminals.

"Stop hiding, Annis!" he roared at the empty woods, thinking I was alive and watching. "Your trick didn't work. The runt is dead."

I screamed at him, clawing at his suit, but my hands passed right through him.

Days later, his mistress gave birth to a son. But the baby was born with a fractured soul, dying.

The doctor said only a bone marrow graft from the White Wolf bloodline could save him.

Elroy didn't hesitate. He looked toward the incineration pit.

"Retrieve the girl's body," he commanded his warriors. "Her bones will save the future Alpha."

He intended to butcher our daughter's corpse to save his illegitimate child.

Enraged, he hunted down the Rogue who had secretly stolen Emma's body before it could burn.

"Give me the body!" Elroy demanded. "And tell Annis to stop spoofing her credit cards in Europe and show her face!"

The Rogue looked at him with cold pity and threw a coroner's report at his chest.

"Annis isn't in Europe, Elroy."

"She has been rotting in a shallow grave for six months. Your mistress paid for the bullet."