Bound by Secrets, Broken by love

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ry young wolf dreams about. The day

nking about today. Normally, I sleep in. It's a habit I haven't shaken, no matter how much mone

, I'm not even surprised to see the flood of birthday messages lighting up my iMessage. There are so many I wonder how I'll reply to al

e Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Phil's such a sweetheart. I mean, not every she-wolf gets to call the futu

, I type back and hit send. S

fore your birthday

, and barely hesitate

the last-minute dress fittings, the face prep steps, and whatever other o

tte, dance, combat, music. After Dad died, it only got worse. I'm lucky Phil is the future Alpha, otherwise she probably woul

staff is just starting to get busy, so it should be easy to sneak out-or so I think, until I

he asks in her thick Russian accent-the one I've gro

so I flash her my most charming grin-the one Ph

a," I finally say a

hile her hands move quickly, packing a basket full of breakfa

pinching her eyebrows together as she ha

Olga doesn't li

t this," I squeal, giving her a kis

ple of the maids, I head to Phil's room. He's too focused on his PS5, playing FIFA, to notice I've walked in. I decide to surprise him by sne

is arm. But Phil ignores me and starts kissing my neck. My g

rts. His hands snake up and in betwee

sing, I crash my lips into his-fast and hungry. He matches my rhythm, one hand gripping the back of my head, the other wrappe

're mates," I whisper when we finally come up for a

nt to, but because it's against pack law to sleep with anyone who isn't your mate. I don't know

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

ins, and we've w

e even though I'm nervous as he

***

sweeping the steps. The hotel glitters with opulence-Mom's version o

iration. My heart skips. Did some

. Just breathe.

rything fades. The violins, the stares, the background noise. It's lik

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amil

lso in

in me-wild, urg

reathless, excited. Like she's

s my

hen I

nd untouchable. His green eyes burn as they meet mine. His jaw clenches as he steps o

omethin

ward, lips parting to sp

lices throug

scent Pack, reject Ashley Grant of

t, w

k. Once

sharp pain – like someone ripped a piece of my soul ou

before my mom grabs my arm and drags m

Mo

ng. I stumble back, stunned. I rub the sore spot ,

hat

my face, eyes blazing wit

d. His face is blurred, but I recogni

ell did th