The human world didn’t care about broken bonds. It didn’t care about royal lineages or Alpha auras or the agonizing phantom ache tearing through the center of my chest.To Astra City, I was just another broke twenty-something stepping off a midnight bus into the pouring rain, carrying nothing but a damp coat, a suitcase and a secret that could get me killed.The first three months were a blur of cheap neon lights, the smell of grease from the diner where I washed dishes, and a bone deep exhaustion that felt like lead in my veins. In the human city, nobody looked at my lack of an inner wolf with disgust. Here everyone was wolfless, I was normal, I was invisible in a completely new way. Swallowed up by a sea of eight million people who were all running from something.But while the rejection scar in my soul slowly scabbed over into a dull, numb throb, my body was changing.By the fourth month, my uniform apron could no longer hide the distinct rounded swell of my stomach. Most human pre
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