How ironic it is. On the night of our marriage anniversary, my husband was having a candlelit dinner with another woman. Yes, my husband, the young Alpha Emond, who had never loved me, but who afflicted by the Red Moon curse and could not feel his mate. So he had to marry me, an antidote to his pain. When I finally thought I had learned to be his wife and was about to tell him the happy news with the pregnancy report, he told me, "Fanny is back. Let’s finish the three-year indentured marriage!"