He rejected me in front of the entire pack.
Three hundred wolves watching while Jace Mercer, their Alpha, called another woman's name instead of mine.
I ran. Dress ripping. Tears blinding. Hit the top of the staircase and my heel caught the edge.
A hand caught my waist. Pulled me back.
And the mate bond exploded.
Not a whisper. A detonation. Every nerve. Every cell. My wolf screaming one word over and over.
I looked up.
It wasn't Jace.
It was his father. Dominic Mercer. The former Alpha. The man who built this pack. The man whose wolf had been dormant for eight years.
His wolf woke up. For me.
"Don't," he said. His voice was wrecked. "Don't say it."
I didn't say it. But my wolf said it for me.
There's one more thing.
I'm pregnant. Two weeks. The baby is Jace's.
I'm carrying his son's child. And I'm bound to his father.