Rejecting My Cheating Alpha The Luna's Revenge
Language: en
While washing my husband's suit, I caught the unfamiliar scent of another she-wolf. It carried a faint trace of milk and the distinct pheromones of early pregnancy. Stuck to the inner lining was a long strand of chestnut hair—a color and length completely different from mine. A wolf's nose never lies. My heart sank like a stone. Suddenly, everything over the past six months clicked. Ethan had been disappearing constantly under the excuse of "pack business," always returning with his scent heavily masked. One night, the collar of his shirt had lingered with the sweet smell of orange…