Breaking the First Bond
My mate, Loki Olson, was the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, the strongest warrior in the pack.
Yet he was colder to me than winter stone, stingy with even the smallest trace of warmth.
It was only after my hair had turned completely white that I accidentally saw him gazing at a photograph of my sister, Alice Brewer, his eyes full of longing and tenderness.
That was when I finally understood why Loki had never held a mating ceremony with me. His heart had always belonged to Alice.
Marrying me was nothing more than fulfilling an agreement made with my father.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at our bonding ceremony.
Without mercy, Loki tore up our wedding contract in front of everyone, then reached for Alice's hand and announced their engagement amid the cheers and blessings of countless werewolves.
As for me, I picked up the phone and called my father, the former Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack.
"Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm willing to take Alice's place and marry into the Goldlush Pack."