He Chose The Rogue Over His Fated Mate

I lay on the cold steel operating table, enduring the agonizing Bloodline Breeding Ritual without anesthesia.

As a supposedly weak Omega, having my life essence extracted was the only way to give my Alpha mate, Rowan, a pureblood heir.

The Healer warned that my essence would expire in twenty-four hours if Rowan didn't inject his blood into it.

But my mind-link was blocked, and I waited in the empty clinic all night.

When he finally showed up twenty-five hours later, he casually dismissed my suffering and told me we would just do the ritual again next month.

He reeked of cheap floral perfume, a scent belonging to his former rogue lover, Serena.

Soon after, Serena barged into my home using a passcode Rowan gave her, and threw a positive pregnancy test onto my coffee table.

She sneered that she was carrying his heir, mocking the childhood trauma I had only ever confided in my husband.

Rowan panicked, but instead of defending me, he proposed a vile compromise.

"We will take the pup and raise it as our own. You will remain the Luna, and no one needs to know."

I had sacrificed the marrow of my bones for this man, while he was in a hotel bed promising my title to a rogue.

Looking at his terrified, cowardly face, I didn't cry or beg.

I pulled out a thick stack of papers and threw them onto the table.

"I want a complete severance of the mate bond. And I am taking half of this territory's wealth."