His Best Friend Stole My Marriage, Alpha King Stole My Heart
She was the oldest member of the Pack Council and the only one who truly understood the old magic of the mate bond.
Her cottage was small and smelled of dried lavender and bitter herbs. When she opened the door, her eyes, cloudy with age, fixed on me instantly.
"You look like a shadow, Charlotte," she said, her voice like rustling leaves. "Come in."
I sat at her wooden table. My hands were shaking. "Amara, I can't do this anymore. The bond... it’s killing me. Every time he chooses her, it feels like a dagger in my ribs."
Amara sighed, pouring me a cup of dark tea. "The mate bond is a gift from the Moon Goddess, child. It is not easily broken."