The Bet That Cost Him His Mate
Three years ago, to escape the powerful Alpha Silas Thorne—the fated mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me—I stubbornly believed I should be the one to choose my own mate.
I hid my noble Sterling last name, suppressed my Alpha bloodline, and came to this remote Crescent Ridge pack all alone.
Here, I accidentally saved a heavily injured Wyatt.
To repay me, he slowly wove himself into my life. My attitude toward him softened from distant caution to genuine affection.
Then came that grand, romantic confession.
He covered the streets with my favorite roses, got down on one knee in front of his pack, and said, "Let me take care of you, Valerie."