Rejected By My Head Healer Mate After I Bore His Pup

My pup comes three moons early, and my mate, the Pack's Head Healer, slams our mind-link shut in my face.He's next door, delivering my adopted sister's pup. His pup. The one he made behind my back.They leave me bleeding in a hallway. My newborn dies in my arms.At the Moon Grove, I make them crawl. Then I walk out of the bond, out of the Pack, out of his life.A year later, he stumbles into my Rogue Shelter, starving, powerless, begging.I smile and tell him: Sorry. Can't be seen playing favorites.