Fated Mates Torn By Hate (Werewolf Short Stories)
Even the wind refused to be associated with my sister’s remains.
I never thought peace would feel like this—cold, sharp, but beautifully liberating and relaxing.
When I said “yes” to Caelum just a few moments ago, I felt the last chains around my heart fall away. The weight of betrayal, the suffocating lies, the endless ache of trying to fix something already broken into pieces. It all burned away into ashes in the breeze, even when Alpha Caelum is yet to slip a ring on my finger.
“You heard that, stepson. Your ex-Luna chose me. And I finally have my vengeance after all these years,” he sighed, “as well as your mother’s vengeance.”