Marked by the Wrong Alpha

The day I laid my father to rest, my husband—Nikolai Virelli, Alpha of one of the most dominant packs in the territory—didn’t show up to the burial.

Instead, my stepsister Sabrina sent me a photo of him on his knees, pressing a reverent kiss to her stomach. The message beneath it made my vision blur: Guess who’s carrying the future Alpha of the Virelli pack.

Before I could breathe, another image followed. Sabrina stood inside my bedroom, wrapped in my robe, snapping a smirking selfie while Nikolai slept bare-chested in our bed behind her.