Through all nine months of my pregnancy, he had never once gone to the hospital with me. But ever since Alice returned three months ago, canceling her engagement, Carson rushed to her side at the slightest call.
Each time I confronted him, he dismissed me with the same excuse—Alice was fragile, Alice was struggling, Alice needed him. All while I, his mate, carried his child alone.
Now, the truth blazed painfully clear. Alice’s pup was Carson’s all along. Their betrayal had started long before I realized.
As the pack doctor emerged, he smiled at Carson. “You’re a fortunate wolf, Brianna. Your mate never misses a check-up. His devotion is admirable.”
Alice blushed. Carson nodded smugly.
I bit back a bitter laugh. Let them act their little play. In two weeks, I would be gone—forever.