Mine to Give, Not Yours to Take
“There should be a limit to your actions, Jade. If word gets out, how can you still be my legitimate mate?”
He still believed I was throwing a tantrum. He spoke as if I would become a weak, lone female wolf after losing my position in the Werewolf Council, and I would come crawling back to him to become his personal side piece.
I was never meant to be anyone’s side piece. I was an orphan of the Sovereign Moon Pack, raised by my grandmother, who spoon‑fed me milk in the snowy forest deep in the North.
When I was ten, I hunted low‑level prey in the snow. I skinned them for fur and sold the fur at the market to earn a small income for our household. Later, I was accepted into a school in the ci