Scarred by fate
We dry off in the bathroom, the air thick with steam, but the tension in me builds again as we move to get dressed.
As soon as I step into my walk-in closet, the wave of nerves hits hard. Shit, what am I doing? My heart races, and the panic creeps in fast, clawing at my chest. I want Max—fuck, I can’t get enough of him—but what does this mean for me? For the pack? Am I gay? Can I be an Alpha and be gay? I have never heard of a gay Alpha before? What about a Luna? The heir I’m supposed to provide? Oh goddess, this isn’t happening.
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