The Silent Luna: Rejected by the Blind Alpha

The sound of his pen scratching against the paper was louder than the thunder outside.

Beside me, Dante, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reeked of a sickly, synthetic sweetness—a witch's hex perfume that clouded his mind and made him obsessed with another woman.

He tossed a folder onto my lap without even looking at me.

"File this with the Council tomorrow," he ordered, his eyes glazed over as he texted his mistress, Sofia. "It's just the logistics report."

He didn't know he had just signed our divorce papers.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes in the middle of a dark highway.

"Get out," he snarled, his eyes glowing a feral yellow. "Sofia is being attacked. I need the car. You're slowing me down."

I froze. "Dante, this is Rogue territory."

"Survive," he scoffed.

He forced me out of the safety of the SUV and sped away, leaving his Fated Mate standing in the freezing rain to save a mistress who was lying on a yacht.

My wolf didn't weep this time. She growled.

I looked at the signed document in my hand. He thought he was stripping my access to the treasury, but he had just legally set me free.

I didn't wait for him to return.

I took the papers, withdrew fifty million dollars from his account, and vanished to the West Coast.

When he finally clears the witch's fog from his mind and comes looking for his submissive wife, he won't find Elena the doormat.

He will face the White Wolf.