Two Weeks to Leave My Mate

I was carrying my mate’s pup.

Or so I thought.

At nine months pregnant, I discovered the truth in the cruelest way possible—watching my Alpha dote on another she-wolf, attending her healer visits, claiming her unborn pup as his own.

He called it duty.

He called me unstable.

He even said he’d reject me if I caused trouble.

So I decided not to wait.

I’ll reject him first.

Take my pup.

And disappear to a place where his name means nothing.

Two weeks.

Then I’m gone for good.

But the Alpha who never chose me…

is suddenly the one who refuses to let me go.