The Alpha's Obsession
“Why not? She was wolfless. Foreign. Every boy tripped over himself for her, while we were invisible. Rumor even said she was a witch—the way men obeyed her like she cast spells.”
“Wolfless,” I whispered. That was… interesting.
Stacy leaned closer. “Luna, forgive my boldness, but there are whispers. The Alpha doesn’t share your bed. That he spends most nights here, alone. Have you… Completed the bond?”
The pity in their faces made me want to vomit.
“Don’t worry,” Stacy pressed. “There are herbs. A few drops in his drink, and no wolf alive could resist. He’ll be yours before sunrise.”