Chapter 1 On our fifth mating anniversary , I received a mysterious package . Inside were intimate photos of my mate , Silan Grant , Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and his secretary , Flora White . The timeline stretched back far far longer than five years . The most recent photo was taken just two weeks ago . showing him at the Bodessa River with Flora and our daughter . In the photo , they were laughing so brightly , like a perfect little family of three . Swallowing my emotions , I took the prescribed herbs for rejection induced sickness and picked up my phone to send a text . The moonflower tincture worked wonders on my bowel . Mom , Ill take your advice and request for rejection . Ill come back next month to take over the packs trading operations . The healers regretful words still echoed in my ears as I left the den . Tama Laurel , the pups heartbeat is strong . At your age , it might be difficult to conceive again . Are you absolutely sure about this ? Maybe you should discuss it with your mate one more time ? Staring at the tiny spot on the ultrasound crystal , I steeled myself and swallowed the bitter wolfsbane elixir . Before the effects of the potion kicked in , I stopped by the pack market to buy a pile of fresh ingredients . Back at the packhouse , I cooked a table full of Silans favorite dishes . I sat silently on the couch , waiting for him to return from dawn until the full moon rose . The food grew cold , and the candles on the cake melted down to their stubs . Silan never came home . Just then , Flora White updated her PackChat story . The photo showed a mans hands , wearing an apron , frosting a cake . The caption read : How sweet of him to remember our ten year partnership . Who says Alphas cant be romantic ? Mines the exception . I recognized those hands immediately . The elegant fingers , the faint scar between the thumb and index finger . That scar came from last year , when Silan fought off a rogue wolf to protect me . He used to joke that it might even affect his precision in transmitting Alpha commands . Now , those hands that once radiated power were busy cooking for someone else . As the night deepened , he finally opened the den door . He looked surprised to find me sitting there alone with a table full of cold dishes . Didnt I tell you Id be at the neighboring pack late ? I said not to wait for me for dinner . I stretched my stiff body and began clearing the table , tossing the food into the trash . I already ate . I just hadnt cleaned up yet . He noticed the cake on the table , his expression briefly flickering with unease . y some kind of occasion ? Why is there a cake ? Is today I casually removed the Fifth Mating Anniversary topper and replied flatly , No reason I just wanted cake . He exhaled , visibly relieved , walked over , and kissed my cheek with the practiced ease of an Alpha hiding his lies . Youve had a long day . Im pretty tired head to bed first . no isnt truly his mate but he sure acts like it Juggling two mates must be exhausting for him, except the other one