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Eight years ago, Dane Larson, the former Alpha heir of the Larson Pack, was exiled by his father, Alpha Saul, stripped of his title and left to wander as a rogue. That’s when I became his mate. After our daughter Yareli was born, Dane took on odd jobs to provide for us, leaving early and returning late. The pay was modest, but I was content. We were a family, and that was enough. On Yareli’s fifth birthday, she came down with a high fever. I tried mind-linking Dane, but there was no response. Panicked, I rushed her to the hospital. As I stepped out of the taxi with Yareli in my arms, a sleek black car pulled into the underground parking garage. My heart stopped when I recognized the driver—Dane, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed wealth and power. Beside him sat Natasha Harris, his former mate, her belly swollen with pregnancy. They didn’t see us. Laughing together, they disappeared into the garage, their scents mingling in the air—his, a mix of cedar