"You're my mate?" I felt nervous when Xander spoke those words. His emerald eyes locked into mine, and he ran his fingers through his blond hair - I knew right away, that I was rejected.
"There is no way that we could be mates. You are my sister's boyfriend-" I whispered, bracing myself for his potential rejection.
"Ex-boyfriend, we don't have any connection anymore. She's not my mate, but you are," He corrected me as he crooked a smile.
I gaze into his eyes. "So?"
"I, Xander Blaze Havoc, the Alpha King of the Blue Moon Pack, hereby accept you, Solaine Blake, as my mate and as the Luna of my Pack."
Solaine Blake, initially surprised to find herself mated to Xander Blaze Havoc, the Alpha King of the Blue Moon Pack, finds acceptance from him despite her fears of rejection. 
Their mate bond, however, is short-lived; it shatters when Solaine's sister Selene returns and takes her place as Luna, leaving Solaine heartbroken and marginalized within the pack.
"Tomorrow. Selene will replace your position. I want you to make things right while it's early."
Unknown to Xander, Solaine is carrying his child, a fact overshadowed by Selene's mistreatment. 
The situation complicates further with the arrival of Xander's attractive, younger stepbrother, Axel Zephyr Havoc, who shows a keen interest in Solaine. 
Despite his changed feelings, Xander can't help but feel jealous seeing Solaine and Axel together...

The Replaced Luna

　　I find myself reclining in my bed. I've lost touch with this sensation. I had a strong desire to consume something, but I was filled with apprehension that it might induce vomiting. I just decided to indulge in some relaxation in bed.


　　"We should figure out a way to meet your doctor," Belly suggested to me. "Maybe Axel could lend a hand. He assisted you with it before," she added, her voice filled with concern.


　　A smile spread across my face. "It's not as simple as you think, Belly," I gingerly lift my feet and settle into a seated position on the bed, opting for a change from my usual reclined posture.


　　"You're not even feeling well anymore," she snapped, seemingly exhausted by my unwavering determination.


　　"I'm doing well," I declared. "Perhaps I am not entirely comfortable..." I admitted, still deceiving myself.


CHAPTER 88 You're Correct