The thing I regretted most was taking that last diet pill. It took my baby—followed by my life. Yet I wasn't fat by any standard. The source of my diet pill abuse: my husband and Alpha of the Nightcrest Pack, Noah. He was also the direct cause of my death. As the daughter of the Silvermoon P

In my first life, Zoe’s appearance at the Acceptance Ceremony caught me completely off-guard. The media had a field day over the reunion of the so-called “star-crossed lovers”, leaving me floundering like a fish out of water. All I could do was force a smile and evade everyone’s questions, which onl

“Thank you, Luna Hannah,” Zoe said with more sincerity than I had expected. “Thank you for choosing us as your pack,” I said in an almost sickeningly sweet tone. I turned my attention to her son. “Tell me, how old are you, Adam?” Adam shyly held up four fingers. Zoe smiled and ran her fingers

I was drained just listening to all these events. I used to love the spotlight and the exposure, but that was back when I loved Noah, when I wanted to stand by his side, proclaim him as mine to the world, and relished the envy of other women as they basked in our glory. But now I knew that was all j

“What is it?” Noah asked. “Just name your condition.” “After the one month ends, you must divorce me,” I replied, “and I get to choose anyone or anything from within the Nightcrest Pack to take back to the Silvermoon Pack. You must never interfere.” Noah arched his brow at me. I could tell that