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

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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