The rejected Substitute Luna

​​Three years of devotion. Three years in his bed and one brutal truth: I was never his Luna. I was merely her living placeholder.
​For three years, I believed Garrett was my savior. I was ab Omega, and he was thepowerful Alpha who pulled me out of hell with a marriage contract. In our bedroom, his touch was explosive, worshipping every inch of my body with intoxicating passion. I gave him my soul, my devotion, and my heart.
​Until the night of his birthday.
​In the middle of our most intimate moment, a frantic knock at the door shattered my world: His "dead" mate, Jenny, was standing downstairs.
​When I ran down the staircase, the sight below turned my blood to ice. The battered woman crying hysterically in my husband's arms wasn't just his lost love, she was my identical mirror image. My eyes. My nose. My jawline.
​Every touch, every whisper, every night in his arms had been a lie. Garrett didn't love me. He spent three years using my body to make love to a ghost.
​Cast aside and discarded, I signed the divorce papers and walked out into the dark only to be ambushed by rogues, forced over a cliff, and presumed dead.
But I'll be back.