

He rejected me the night I needed him most. Called me weak. Unworthy. Said I’d bring ruin to his pack. But he didn’t know I was already carrying his child. I ran—bleeding, broken, and pregnant—with nothing but a torn soul and a silent wolf. Years passed. I buried his name and raised our son in a world where no one knew who we were. Now he’s hunting me. Not as a lover… but as an enemy. Because I’m no longer the scared little girl he turned away. I’m stronger. Colder. And I’ll burn his kingdom to the ground before I let him near my heart again. But what happens when his wolf whispers my name in the dark? What happens when our son looks into his eyes and calls him "Daddy"? Some wounds never heal. Some love never dies. And some mates... were never meant to let go.
