Rejected by the Alpha: The Pregnant Luna's Secret

the Hayes pack when my husband, Michael, walk

od-red dress and reek

hael looked at me with cold eyes an

jecte

nd forced me to my knees, sh

rom his cruelty, I told th

ispered to him later. "Y

lt, Michael f

homeless Rogue, living in the dirt outside our estate walls

playing in the garden, the one wi

he shadows for years, a g

e woman in the r

r over my son's crib, r

ce rejected me finally

n't he

y between the bl

pte

via

, casting long, golden bars across the silk sheets beneath me. I rested my palm a

movements already distinct-kicks t

y lips, but it di

behind him like a ghost. He remained devastatingly handsome, with t

en Mate. I had defied my powerful father, the Alpha Supreme, to be with him. I had giv

itting up. The silk sheet slipped do

a glance. "Business, Liv. You know how it is.

It was dry, quick, and devoid of the spark that

ly in the back of my mind. She had long since turned her back on

peration out of my voice. "I haven't been to the studio in w

opaque. "Not tonight, Liv. It's a... sensitive nego

my nose. It wasn't his usual sandalwood and musk.

," I cal

, impatience flickeri

ove

-a heartbeat of silence that screamed l

he silence in the massiv

orstep, lay a bouquet of exotic red flowers. They were loud, vulgar th

as the same one clingi

at the walls of my mind. *Liar,* s

nd that connects pack members and mates. *Michae

ental fog blocked me out. He

neat rows. I pushed them aside and found a black g

ion," I muttered, p

e lens. I was a photographer by trade, trained to see th

I was a Hayes. And the Hayes bl

rd, a sudden jol

bbing my belly with grim determinatio