On my way home, I noticed my mate's car back at the clinic—contradicting his earlier claim that he could not pick me up. Upon returning to the pack house, I saw another post on Twitter, echoing the same words she had shared in another post. There, in the corner of the image, was Dane's shirt—a gift from me on his birthday. This user was none other than Felicity Valentin, my mate's childhood sweetheart who had returned from another pack after mating with someone there. For years, Felicity stayed in a mysterious town.
In Alpha Dane's eyes, I was merely a substitute for his first love, Felicity. Yet, foolishly in love, I had mated with him. I had even wanted to have his pups, but my miscarriage now seemed like a fateful warning against it.
God, the Moon Goddess must have hated me this much, huh?
After taking the medicinal herbs that were given to me, I drifted off to sleep.
During the night, I was stirred awake by the creak of the door. "What did the healer say today?" Dane asked softly, stroking my head. Caught in the air was a trace of another scent, one that I knew was not his, which I silently acknowledged by avoiding his touch.