She may not have been born to me, but the bond we shared was stronger than that of many biological mothers and daughters. Blood had never defined our relationship— love did.
Tears filled my eyes as a wistful smile appeared on my lips at the memory. But it withered soon as guilt consumed me when I remembered our last meeting.
I had hurt her. She was upset with me because I had hidden a secret from her— something she, of all people, should have known first. She felt betrayed because I had agreed to follow her Alpha husband’s orders and care for Vicky throughout her pregnancy as a surrogate without Melissa’s knowledge.
But I had never intended to harm her.
When I convinced her to agree to the plan, I truly believed I was doing what was best for the pack. The entire pack knew all too well
