Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul-and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace-and love-in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again."Bella, " she whispered to her daughter, "did you forget Mommy's birthday?""Not now, Mommy.
I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped."The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being 'the other woman'. Now, fate flipped the roles-and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more-or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back?This time-maybe for the last time-she won't look back.
Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul-and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace-and love-in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again."Bella, " she whispered to her daughter, "did you forget Mommy's birthday?""Not now, Mommy.
I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped."The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being 'the other woman'. Now, fate flipped the roles-and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more-or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back?This time-maybe for the last time-she won't look back.