Dimitri's Secret Desire

The air in Alpha Dimitri Black's office hung heavy, thick with unspoken words and the acrid scent of betrayal. Christine, his former mate, stood before him, her blue eyes as cold and calculating as a winter storm, another man's hands possessively circling her waist.

Dimitri watched, a silent observer to the shattering of his world, the familiar pain already slicing through his chest. He clutched his jaw, forcing a mask of indifference.

"I, Christine Laurel Black, reject you, Dimitri Xander Black, as my mate and alpha," she declared, her voice devoid of remorse.

A bitter laugh escaped him. "You're a pathetic excuse for a mother." His words were a low growl.

She merely rolled her eyes. "You think I care about those two little bitches? I only gave birth to them so you could have a heir, not that it would matter. This pack will burn anyway." Her smile was sickeningly sweet as she turned and exited, leaving him alone with the echoes of her cruelty.