Our Mates Chose Her Dog Over Our Pups
Gina and I were just ordinary Omegas in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well.
Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance.
On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together.
That is, until that fateful night.
Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate.
He blocked it.
Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help.
Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either.
We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs.
I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it.
Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too.
Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog.
That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.
We'd break off our mate bonds, divorce them both, and return to the Red Moon Pack—stronger, prouder, and still princesses in our own right.