Marked As the Substitute Mom
The back of the frame wasn't just a blank board.
It was hiding a photo.
In the picture, Ethan looked triumphant, his arms wrapped around a woman in a red dress.
I held my breath, my fingers trembling as I flipped the photo over.
On the back, in handwriting I knew too well, was a line.
[Sophia, no matter who I mate, you are the mark on my soul.]
The date was the day before our mating ceremony.
Early the next morning, after dropping Sam at the pack school, I didn't head to the clinic.