After Losing His Luna, My Alpha Regretted Everything

When I became pregnant with my husband’s heir, my Alpha mate fell for his young and delicate secretary.

On New Year's Eve, he and his secretary, dressed in a red gown, celebrated the holiday together in a private room at the Mooncrest Club, toasting to “good fortune.”

When I barged in, the secretary lifted her pale neck, revealing red hickeys beneath her scent.

“Don’t misunderstand us, Luna Emilia! The New Year is coming, and I’m helping Alpha Max get rid of bad luck to bring in good luck!”

My Alpha mate glared at me and scolded me for disturbing them.