The Luna’s Second Chance MateChapter 1
At nine months pregnant, I felt the end of my tether as an email notification flashed across my phone. Opening it, my heart sank: an electronic bank statement showing Daniel, my mate and Alpha, transferring $30,000 each month to the same woman. These payments went back two years, right around the time we lost our first pup.
Then, my phone chimed with a message from her—a friend request and a smug note attached:
“The lucky she-wolf getting $30,000 from your Alpha.”
I felt an unnatural calm settle over me, like the stillness before a storm. Stroking my belly, I pressed accept on her friend request.
Immediately, she messaged:
“Did you see the bank statement?”
Ignoring her, I scrolled through her profile. The first photo was from two years ago, April 21, with her draped over a man’s shoulder. Her hand rested on him, a large diamond ring gleaming on her finger. The caption read, “Thank you for the birthday gift, love.”