Signed Away Under the Full Moon
Rosemary
How much could an Alpha compensate a woman before the compensation started to look like a joke?
Kaelan Blackthorne was very good at compensating me.
He was rich enough to own mines, ports, a pharmaceutical empire, and half a financial district. He was also the strongest Alpha the Blackthorn Pack had produced in centuries.
And I was his unmarked mate.
For three years, every time he postponed our mate ceremony to comfort Vera, his widowed sister-in-law, he sent me another gift. A blue diamond necklace. A room of couture gowns. His mother’s platinum crown.
Every time a velvet box arrived at my door, Vera sent me a video.
[So what if he buys you pretty things? I’m the one he stays with when the moon rises.]
[You get his guilt. I get his time.]
I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t grab his sleeve and ask why he was leaving me behind again.
When Kaelan postponed the ceremony for the sixth time, he finally promised it would happen in three days. This time, I only picked the most expensive crown on the list and handed him the transfer papers.
He signed without looking. For the first time in days, his eyes softened. “After the ceremony, Eve, I’ll take you to the Full Moon Vow Ball. Every pack will know you’re mine.”
I smiled, put the papers away, and said, “Okay.”
I just didn’t tell him what he had really signed.
It wasn’t another gift list.
It was my application to cancel our mate ceremony.