Alpha King of My Heart
The first time my childhood friend Nathan Sinclair awakened as a werewolf, our friends called me over to help him through his heat.
But Nathan shook his head. "I really don't want her to get this so easily. Werewolf love is loyal above all, and the first person I mark becomes my only mate for life. When Bella shows up, I won't give in even if she begs to help me."
He waited and waited, but I never came.
Nathan didn't know that his brother's bodyguard, Liam Smith, had already flooded my phone with messages.
"Ms. York, Mr. Theodore has already claimed you as his mate. Please, can you come and give him a kiss?"
It turned out that I had fallen while skiing and died five years ago. His brother, Theodore Sinclair, marked me and gave me half of his lifespan, pulling me back from the jaws of death.
That night, I wrapped my arms around Theodore's neck and teased him, "Theo, stop holding back. Tell me, how many years have you secretly been in love with me?"