Rejected by My Alpha, Claimed by My First Love

By my tenth year as Luna of the Ravencroft Pack, I was finally tired of it all.

I stopped checking which border cabin Cassian Ravencroft had gone to at night, or whose bed he had ended up in.

I stopped wondering whether he loved me at all.

Even when the healer brought me a vial of moonvine contraceptive, I drank it without so much as frowning.

Cassian returned to the Ravencroft main house after nightfall.

He stood beside the bed and called my name in a low voice.

“Honey, I didn’t come home these past few days because Sable was hurt.”