The Groom's Lethal Payback

On our wedding day, my fiancé, Alpha Damon, slapped me across the face to protect his "innocent" mistress, who stood there wearing the very moonlight gown I spent eight months hand-stitching. Fifteen years of love shattered in a second. I didn’t cry; I tore off my ring and left the pack forever. Years later in Manhattan, I built my own empire, becoming a powerhouse who no longer chased anyone. When Damon finally tracked me down under the city lights, his golden wolf eyes were broken and filled with tears, dropping to his knees to beg for mercy. But my heart had stopped waiting. He threw away a bride; now he faces a Queen.

On our wedding day, my fiancé, Alpha Damon, slapped me across the face to protect his "innocent" mistress, who stood there wearing the very moonlight gown I spent eight months hand-stitching. Fifteen years of love shattered in a second. I didn’t cry; I tore off my ring and left the pack forever. Years later in Manhattan, I built my own empire, becoming a powerhouse who no longer chased anyone. When Damon finally tracked me down under the city lights, his golden wolf eyes were broken and filled with tears, dropping to his knees to beg for mercy. But my heart had stopped waiting. He threw away a bride; now he faces a Queen.