11. Ayr

I swore to my father, to my pack, that I would always put them first, no matter what.

So, although my world exploded into blinding sunlight when the mate bond kicked in, my head was immediately resisting.

She can’t be my Luna.

Not a murdering liar and schemer. She has nothing to give. I shatter my own reputation, my packs faith, and still be vulnerable to slaughter from other packs.

Plus, we could face potential war if Luna Elle is outraged enough to want vengeance for her humiliation.

But fuck it felt so good. Better than good. Otherworldly.

Enough to make me wonder why I hadn’t spent my entire life chasing long, shapely legs like Marcus has. Duty doesn’t reduce your spine to jelly.

Responsibility doesn’t leave you breathless, hungry to know just how much of her touch I could withstand before declaring myself insane as I split in two.

Every inch of self-preserving fiber, the very steel in my bones melted away to nothing. For a woman I can never have by my side.

I knew her game