Shadows of the Forsaken Bond

a's

more

ays until my eig

ate bond co

ght finall

lway outside the pack laundry room. The smell of wet fabric and ironed linen clung to m

not for mu

ess would reveal my mate. My soul's match. An

ck. A kind one. One where I wouldn't be a ghost in the halls, one wh

ere I coul

lf tighter at

d me into. But as the days crept closer, the hope grew lo

ri

straightened. It was Lena, one of the ki

ere like a statue? The alpha's

er, grabbing the clean linens from

" she snapped,

ore her tone.

like Lena, were just bitter and tired. Others, like Alpha Ryker and his

a Ry

is name made my

too close. The girls in the pack all swooned over him. Tall, ruthless,

I could count. A broken tray here. A shove there. An orde

ery glare, only made me mor

ss... don't l

t bear th

Or worse-him? What if the Moon Godde

ouldn't thi

s scent hit me immediately-masculine, woodsy, laced with something dark and electri

stripping the bed and replacing the sheets with clean

I was old enough to carry a

hday would

gh

sy. What if my mate was kind? What if he looked at me like I mattered? Wh

ty. Respect. A chance to live l

d stood again, smoot

aught a glimpse of myself i

ir pulled into a rough bu

even wa

pped out before

saw me and rejec

t aside like garbage. I'd seen it once, in ano

the lump i

n would be better

as better

, the weight in my chest growing heavier with every step. My tho

fear, all the doubt, ther

o

ed eighteen, the Moon Goddes