Masuk“The contract doesn’t need to say it,” he says softly. “You’re my wife. I’m your husband. We share a home, whether you like it or not. That’s the reality. The rest…we’ll figure out in time.” “Figure out?” I let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow. “You think we can figure anything out when every
Ellie I try to sink into my bed, close my eyes, and imagine that the weight of the day isn’t sitting on my chest like a rock. My new life is supposed to be familiar by now — Dominic, the pack, my role as Luna — but it still feels like walking on a tightrope. Every decision carries consequences I
The anger simmers between us like a live wire. I know I need to be patient, but patience is a hard muscle to flex when every instinct screams at me to push, demand, or force answers. I glance up the staircase at her door. It looks so ordinary, but it represents everything I can’t reach. Everything
Dominic I stare at Ellie’s door, the soft light spilling from the hallway catching the edge of the wood grain. My mother’s words repeat in my mind: Be a good husband. I want to be one, I really do. The problem is that I have no idea how to actually do it. My whole life, I was raised to be a st
Third Person Dominic’s mother sits on the edge of the living room sofa, fingers lightly steepled, eyes scanning the hallway with focus. Dominic’s father reclines in the armchair across from her, arms crossed over his chest, watching the quiet house with a careful patience born of decades managing
“That you’d mark me without my consent,” she looks away, jaw tight. The words hit me like a blow. My wolf growls beneath my skin, instinctively rejecting the accusation, but I don’t let it show. I step closer instead, lowering my voice so only she can hear. “You accepted the mark.” “Because I







