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Growing up, I always felt like something was wrong with me, like a very important part of my soul was missing. Back then, I thought that couldn’t be possible, after all; I was alive, and without every part of it, it wouldn’t be possible. Till one day, when my parents took me to a festival where I came across something that seemed to call to me like a song that you know all the words to, but you just can’t remember them, no matter how hard you try.
It’s not because I found out that I was adopted, that’s definitely not it, because I had known about that my whole life and never felt like I wasn’t their child.
As it was getting late, we decided to grab some food before heading to the festival games. After all, my father said, “Honey, you're 18 in a few weeks, it's time you had some food and stopped hiding away in your room.”
Which was true, I did hide in my room quite a bit, drawing things like forest scenes that looked like they were from a dream, with a full moon hanging heavy in the sky. I shook my head as the thought and said, You’re right, Dad, so what do you think we should get to eat? It all smells so good.”
“How’s about we pick a bit of different foods and then have a bit of a picnic over on one of the tables?” Her mother suggested.
“TIFFY!” Came a shriek from within the crowd.
The shriek came from none other than her bestie, Laura. I froze for a second, “Laura, geez, what are you doing here?”
“Probably the same thing as you, having fun?”
“Yeah, so far we were just about to get some food, but we’ve never been to one of these before.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you follow me,” Laura said, pulling me towards a food stand where a tall man was standing in line. He had to be at least 6 feet tall, and even from behind, you could tell he would be a heartbreaker.
“Ok, easy girl.”
“Come on, Tiffy, before the good stuff is all gone.”
“Fine, that over there with the large group seems popular, the one with that 6-foot-tall guy.”
“Well, it’s a good place to start. Let’s get in line.”
We made our order, and a second later, the heartbreaker looked at me, his green eyes seemed to want to pull me in, “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he replied with a look on his face I couldn’t read.
“Miss your orders ready,” said the lady who had put our food together.
“Yes, right, the food, thank you, and sir, sorry for bumping into you. I'd better go now, my parents are waiting. Coming, Laura?”
“Yeah, let’s, it smells so good, and I think you went a tad overboard, Tiffy.”
I shrugged, but lately I had been eating more, and said nothing. As we walked away, I felt like I was being watched, maybe by that cute guy, but hey, who knows.
-MATE- Came a voice in the young man’s mind, -OUR MATE-
-Shit, wait, why is she walking over to humans? Oh crap, my mate is a rogue, dude, this isn’t good, we’ll be forced to reject her.- The young man replied.
-Don’t care, our mate, I want MY mate.- growled the voice back.
-Storm buddy, it’s not like that, and you know it. My father would never allow his son, the Alpha heir, to mate with a rogue.-
-She doesn’t even seem to know what she is, but she smells Alpha-born. Clint, we need to get closer, keep her safe. She is ours.-
I try to ignore the weird feeling of being watched as I make my way back to my parents with Laura chattering beside me. The food smells amazing, but my appetite has suddenly disappeared. Something about that guy's green eyes has me feeling... strange. Like I've seen them before, maybe in a dream.
"Earth to Tiffy," Laura says, waving her hand in front of my face. "You totally zoned out. Was it because of Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding back there?"
"What? No," I lie, feeling my cheeks warm. "Just thinking about where to sit."
My parents wave us over to a picnic table they've claimed. Dad's already spreading out napkins like we're having some formal dinner instead of festival food.
"Who was that young man you were talking to?" Mom asks, her eyebrow raised in that way that means she's trying to seem casual but is definitely not.
"Nobody," I say too quickly. "Just some guy in line."
Laura snorts. "Nobody who looked like he wanted to eat you alive."
"Laura!" I hiss, mortified.
Dad chuckles. "Well, you're turning eighteen soon. It's natural to start noticing boys."
If only it felt natural. The way that guy looked at me felt... different. Primal, almost. Like he recognised me from somewhere I can't remember.
As we eat, I keep feeling drawn to glance over my shoulder. Sure enough, on my third look, I spot him. He's sitting with friends but isn't paying attention to them. Instead, his intense green eyes are fixed directly on me. When our gazes meet, something electric passes between us. I quickly look away, my heart racing.
"I think I need some water," I mumble, standing up.
"I'll come with," Laura says, but I shake my head.
"No, stay. I'll be right back."
I need a moment alone to clear my head. As I walk toward the drink stand, the strangest sensation washes over me, like my skin is too tight, like something inside me is stirring. The full moon hangs low in the darkening sky, and I find myself staring at it, transfixed.
"It calls to you, doesn't it?" a deep voice says beside me.
A chill runs down my spine at her words. I hadn't considered that my best friend could become a target just by association with me. The thought of Laura getting hurt because of what I am makes my wolf pace anxiously beneath my skin."We'll make sure she's protected too," Clint says quietly, sensing my distress through our bond. "Subtly, but effectively."I nod gratefully, though the idea of my normal life requiring supernatural protection still feels surreal. As everyone begins to disperse, making plans and setting schedules, I catch Nathan's eye. He's been quiet since my suggestion about working together, and I can't read his expression."Nathan," I call out as he moves toward the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"He pauses,
I watch as my words land like bombs in the elegant room. Sarah's face pales, David looks distinctly uncomfortable, and Elena's eyes narrow with something that might be respect."You're right," Sarah says after a tense silence. "Your sisters deserve equal treatment. And the secrecy between our packs has caused more harm than good.""As for explaining your sudden connections to our families," Marcus adds, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "we've prepared a cover story. A private investigator discovered your connection to both families through old records, leading to DNA testing that confirmed your identity.""Simple, believable, and close enough to the truth," Elena approves with a nod.Mom shifts beside m
“Looks like someone’s happy to have their older sister back, I guess, well, at least the ones on my mother’s side, on my father’s side, not so much. Which is understandable.” I said with a shrug.Clint nods, understanding. "Nathan's position is more precarious. He's been groomed as the heir his whole life.""And I'm threatening that." I lean against him, drawing comfort from his warmth and the steady pulse of our bond. "I don't want to destroy anyone's life just by existing.""You're not destroying anything," Clint says firmly, his arm tightening around me. "If anything, you're forcing everyone to confront truths they've been avoiding."Through our bond, I feel his certainty, but it doesn't ease the guilt sitting heavy in my chest.
"What? It's true," he says with a shrug that doesn't hide his amusement at making everyone uncomfortable. "They're both adults. Well, she will be in two weeks."Dad clears his throat loudly. "Perhaps we could focus on the immediate security concerns," he says, his accountant's mind clearly trying to steer away from any discussion of his daughter's... romantic future."The boy has a point, though," Elena says, her clinical tone making my mortification worse. "A completed mate bond offers the strongest protection available. It would make any attack on Tiffany an act of war against the Harrison pack."I feel like I'm in some bizarre nightmare where my love life is being discussed by a supernatural council. "Can we please not plan my... personal life... in front of
Sarah's face tightens at my pointed question, and I can feel the uncomfortable silence stretching through the room."You're asking the right questions," she says finally, her voice careful. "In most werewolf packs, yes, male heirs traditionally take precedence. But you're not just any heir, Tiffany. You're dual-bloodline, and that changes everything.""How convenient," I say, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice. Through our bond, I feel Clint's mixture of pride and concern at my directness.David leans forward, his amber eyes intense. "The prophecy…""There's a prophecy now?" I interrupt, feeling my wolf pace restlessly beneath my skin. "Of course there is."Elena's lips curve into what might
Alpha Harrison inclines his head slightly, acknowledging but not apologising. "The mark suits her," he says instead, his eyes lingering on my neck where Clint's bite has left its permanent claim.I resist the urge to cover it with my hand, refusing to show discomfort under his scrutiny. My wolf rises closer to the surface, bristling at being examined so coldly."Let's sit," Elena suggests, gesturing to the arranged seating. "We have much to discuss."The seating arrangement feels deliberately political. Elena takes what can only be described as a throne-like chair at the head of the circle. David and Sarah sit on opposite sides with their respective spouses, while my half-brothers stand behind their parents like guards. Alpha Harrison chooses a seat that gives







