He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul
FinnĀ Ā
Because I was born under the Moonās blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age.
On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brotherāfearing Iād be force-claimed by brutesāentrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak.
The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon.
For four years since, Iāve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate.
Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned.
He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her.
I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim.
Only an hour before, his handāscarred from my own teethāhad clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs.
Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another womanās silver hair.
āAmara, donāt show that jealous look. Have you forgottenāfour years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.ā
āThis tantrum is unbecoming.ā
He was right. I had chosen this life myself.
But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break.