The Day He Knelt, I Married a Don Novel

---- Chapter 8 I knew nothing of the chaos unfolding in the White Moon, Pack. Since leaving, I'd brought my girls to Cindale-a place where the sun always shone, where winter never came. Where my precious snowflakes would never have to shiver again. For a month, peace had settled over me like a warm blanket. Today, as I polished the frames holding my daughters' photos, a sharp knock shattered the silence. I opened the door-and there he was. Blake Wilder, Alpha of the White Moon Pack, fell to his knees on my porch. "Lena," his voice cracked.

"I've come to bring you and the girls home." I moved to slam the door. His palm shot out, blocking it. "Please. Just let me speak to you." My fingers tightened on the doorknob. "There's nothing left to say." ---- Seeing my hesitation, he straightened slightly. "I'm not leaving without you. The bond-breaking deal-I never signed them. You're still my Luna. Come home." I looked down at this broken man who'd once been my whole world. "Home?" A hollow laugh escaped me. "To watch you fuck Hannah messing up in our bed? To wipe her sweat after your mating sessions?

Or perhaps you want me to help her nurse her pup-is that it? Is that what you want? You've got no heart!" Blake flinched as if struck. "No! I made her terminate the pregnancy. We're done. I'll be faithful, I swear-" "And that erases everything?" My voice turned deadly quiet. "Her aborted fetus somehow undoes my daughters' deaths? Their tiny bodies are cold under the ground-do they magically breathe again because you dumped your mistress?" Tears fell freely now, splashing onto his outstretched hands. He jerked back as if scalded.

"Lena, please understand-" "They were your flesh and blood!" I screamed. "You signed their death warrants! And now you stand here ---- begging forgiveness?" Blake's face went ashen. When he spoke again, his voice was raw. "T'm sorry." The absurdity of it punched a laugh from my throat. "Sorry?" I echoed. "You think that changes anything?"