The Day I Stopped Loving My Alpha

Five years ago, I lost my sight. Everyone said no Alpha would keep a broken mate. But my husband stayed.

“You’re mine, Arianne,” Damon whispered. “I’ll be your eyes.”

I believed him. His love. His protection. Every promise.

Until five days ago… he vanished.

At the pack station, I begged for help.

“I’m Luna Arianne Callahan.”

“Blind girl, don’t pretend to be her!”

Then the screen showed my husband—with another woman.

“My mate,” he said.

Bianca Laurent.

That’s when I learned the truth.

“I replaced her,” Damon admitted. “The elders wouldn’t accept a blind Luna.”

“And now?”