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up with my mother in a small town on the border between the United States and Mexico. My mother was a witch, and as for my father–I never met
wasn’t until my first shift at eighteen that I discovered I had werewolf blood running through my veins.
Before that awakening. I lived like any ordinary human girl. No father, no <b>pack</b>, but these absences never troubled me mich. My mother s and the quiet life w <b>led </b>suited <b>us </b>both
ove was enough.
But at neen, a rullege.
hiking trip changed the trajectory of my entire existence.
I found Rodrigo bleeding and broken at the bottom of a ravine. His leg <b>was </b>twisted at an unnatural angle, and deep gashes covered his torso
<b>Any </b>normal human would have died from those injuries, but somehow, he was still breathing
My instincts kicked in immediately. I used what little medical knowledge my mother had taught me, cunshined with makeshift splints from my own clothes. It took hours to stabiler him <b>enough </b>to move
s and bandages tom
The way he looked at me when he finally opened those dark eyes, like I was his personal miracle, <b>his </b>salvation…
He was the first werewolf I’d ever knowingly encountered.
Strong, confident, <b>devastatingly </b><b>handsome</b>–it was impossible not to be drawn to him.
<b>What </b>I didn’t know then was that he was an Apha. What I certainly did
wow was that he already had a m
Our first year together <b>was </b>like a dicam.
Rodrigo pursued me with the intensity of a hunter tracking pory, but his touch was always gentle, leverent. He’d dave <b>six </b>hours just <b>to </b>spend <b>a </b>weekend
with me, bringing extle flowers <b>and </b>stories of pack life that fascinated my Mted heart.
He taught me about my wolf side, my self grew stronger, more confident. I ilimught Fit found my ce in the world–b
The vernd year of our rtionship began with subtle changes.
His visits became less frequent, <b>his </b>excuses more borate. But whenever doubt crept in, he’d appear with that ranked smile and those p that made me forget every question.
Then one night, everything shattered
Three female warriors burst into my apartment. Before I could react, they
by had me bound and gagged, dating mint <b>a </b>ck SUV.
The drive felt endless<b>, </b>my wolt bowling in confusions and fear.
They threw me into a basement cell–no windows, just concrete walls and a single flickering braidh. For hours, I waited in terrified silence.
When she finally appeared, I understood immediately. The Luna mark on her neck, the rage in her eyes, the way she carried herself with entitled fury–this was Rodrigo mate,
“Bitches like you are all the same! She backhanded me so hard I tasted blood. “A pathetic half–<b>breed </b>thinking she can seduce an Alpha?”
“I didn’t seduce him!‘ I gasped, spitting crimson. “Rodrigo and I are truly <b>in </b>love! I had <b>no </b>idea he was an Alpha, and I certainly didn’t know he had a gater
Every <b>word </b>was truth. Having lived <b>outside </b>pack society my entire life, how could I <b>have </b>known?
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The concept of mates, of Alpha obligations–these were foreign to me. All <b>I </b><b>knew </b>was that during our first year together, Rodrigo had been everything Id ever dreamed of in a partner.
“Lying whore!” My exnation earned me <b>a </b>kick to the ribs that left me gasping.
*Im not lying! Let me see Rodrigo! I’ll prove I’m telling the truth!”
The Luna’s smile turned predatory. “You think he truly loves you? Fine. I’ll <b>show </b>
exactly <b>how </b><b>much </b>Rodrigo loves you.”
That night, they dragged me <b>from </b>the basement. Heavy <b>doses </b>of wolfsbane kept me docile, my limbs refusing to cooperate.
They shoved me into <b>a </b>bedroom closet-her bedroom–positioning me where I could see through the ts.
I heard Rodrigo’s footsteps approaching. My heart leaped with desperate hope. I tried to <b>call </b>out, to beg for help, but the wolfsbane had paralyzed my vocal curds along with my body.
Through the narrow gaps, I <b>watched </b>
igo enter<ol><li>r. He moved straight to his mate, <b>pulling </b>her into his arms with practiced ease. The kiss wild and tender–exactly like the kisses he’d given me</li></ol>
“Darling,” <b>his </b>voice was soothing, apologetic. “I’ve <b>already </b>exined everything. That half–breed saved my life, then threw herself at me, I only slept with her oner out of gratitude. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re my mate, the only one I’ll ever love.”
What followed was <b>a </b>performance designed to destroy me. His mate made sure to meet my eyes at the worst moments, het triumphant smirk a dagger to my heart.
ch, every moan, every passionate moment–all carefully orchestrated to show me the truth.
Every touch, every
I’d been nothing but a <b>diversion</b>. A grateful fuck for saving his life.”
The woman I thought was done with her tortyle, but that night was only the