"Daddy." That single word shattered my world. Six years as Alpha Dante's mate dissolved the moment his first love, Valentina, returned with a pup in her arms. While she gloated, I became a ghost in my own home, enduring the whispers and watching his eyes soften for her.

I didn't scream. I planned.
Three months out: Transfer filed.
One month out: Severance papers delivered.
Three days out: My scent vanished from our den.

I granted him the freedom to claim his "true love." But the moment I disappeared, the Alpha snapped. He didn't run to her; he fell to his knees in front of the entire werewolf world, eyes bloodshot and voice broken. "There was never another. No affair, no pup. I only have one mate, and she's left me."

Now the powerful Alpha is begging, but he might be too late.