The Alpha's Lost Heir: A Broken Luna's Revenge

I was the Luna of the Moonstone Pack, but to my husband, Alpha Blake, I was nothing more than a placeholder.

While he showered his "fragile" childhood friend Ariana with attention, I kept a secret black notebook.

It wasn't a diary. It was a countdown.

Missed our anniversary dinner for her? Minus 10 points.

Saved her from a falling sculpture while leaving me to be crushed by steel? Minus 20 points.

I lay in the hospital with broken ribs, watching him leave to comfort Ariana because she was "traumatized" by my accident.

But the final straw came the night I was hit by a truck in a storm he abandoned me in.

Desperate to save our unborn baby, the doctors called Blake. They needed his Alpha energy to anchor the fetus.

"I can't come," Blake said coldly over the speakerphone.

"Ariana is having palpitations. If the fetus is strong, it will survive. If not, it wasn't meant to be."

He hung up.

I felt the life inside me wink out.

With trembling hands, I opened my notebook for the last time.

Incident: Killed our child for her. Final Score: -100.

I signed the divorce papers, left them on the ashes of my life, and vanished.

When Blake finally returned to the empty house, realizing he had lost his True Mate, he fell to his knees and howled.

But he didn't know the truth yet.

The wife he called weak had just awakened as the legendary White Wolf, and I was never coming back.