Bound by Secrets, Broken by love
hl
ery young wolf dreams about. The da
ked out last night during my bout of insomnia. When I turn on my p
'll reply to all of them-until I
of two years. The one I'm ho
makes my smile grow so wide I probably look l
call the future Alpha her boyfriend. And he's perfect-caring
o, I type back and hit send.
fore your birthday
y, and barely hesitat
the last-minute dress fittings, the face prep steps, and whatever other ov
ette, dance, combat, music. After Dad died, it only got worse. I'm lucky Phil is the future Alpha, otherwise she probably wou
to sneak out-or so I think, until I try to tiptoe past the kitc
ur birthday girl
, so I flash her my most charming grin-the one P
ga," I finally say
hile her hands move quickly, packing a basket full of breakfas
pinching her eyebrows together as she h
k Olga likes P
t this," I squeal, giving her a kiss
e, greet the house staff,
s PS5, playing FIFA, to
eyes when he spins around in his swivel chair. Instead,
is arm. But Phil ignores me and starts kissing my neck. My gi
orts. His hands snake up and in betwe
asing, I crash my lips into his-fast and hungry. He matches my rhythm, one hand gripping the back of my head, the other wrapp
're mates," I whisper when we finally come up for ai
nt to, but because it's against pack law to sleep with anyone who isn't your mate. I don't know i
I'd still choose you. How many times do
mmering on me being a future Luna. My best friend Zoe keeps telling me I need to stop being such a prude. And yeah, I've fantasized about it more t
gins, and we've
le even though I'm nervous as h
***
n sweeping the steps. The hotel glitters with opulence-Mom's version
miration. My heart skips. Did som
. Just breathe. L
rything fades. The violins, the stares, the background noise. It's like
pu
tro
fami
also i
in me-wild, urge
breathless, excited. Like she's
s my
hen I s
and untouchable. His green eyes burn as they meet mine. His jaw clenches as he steps
somethi
ward, lips parting to spe
lices through
escent Pack, reject Ashley Grant o
it,
nk. Onc
t sharp pain – like someone ripped a piece of my soul o
before my mom grabs my arm and drags
Mom
ing. I stumble back, stunned. I rub the sore spot
Wha
my face, eyes blazing with
ed. His face is blurred, but I recogn
hell did t