The Alpha Found A Surrogate For His Late Wife

After two thousand years of being bound to the Supreme Alpha of War, he finally agreed to ask the High King for permission to make me his Luna.

I thought he had finally let go of his dead First Love. I was filled with joy, ready to tell him that I was carrying his heir.

But then, I saw him in his private chambers. He was holding a woman who looked seventy percent like his lost mate.

He was whispering her name, "Rosalie," with such obsession.

I stood outside the hall, finally realizing he nev