What he did not know was that I was preparing the perfect gift for our upcoming mating anniversary.
I would disappear from his life forever.
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The day I lay on the healer’s bed inside the pack infirmary, grieving the empty silence in my womb where my five-month old pup once lived, was the same day I learned my mate, Jareth Warhowl, was sharing a bed with his assistant, who also happened to be his best warrior’s younger sister.
At first, I believed my mind was playing tricks on me. But when I heard their voices inside his study, the truth became impossible to deny.
“You said you loved me,” that assistant, Luvena Wildbriar, whispered sharply, her voice low but clear in the quiet hall. “You have told me that a thousand times, Jareth. So why not reject her? Why are we still sneaking around like young wolves? What are you waiting for?”
My hand froze on the door handle. My breath caught painfully in my throat.
Jareth let out a long sigh and ran his fingers through his dark hair. I once thought that habit was charming. Now it looked calculated.
“Don’t tell me you actually love her,” Luvena pressed as she stepped closer. “Do you?”
“Of course I love my mate,” Jareth answered.