Parting Under the Moonlight or Bonded by Moonlight
Leah, Logan’s adopted sister, threw a tantrum at our first engagement party, an episode of her pup dependency anxiety.
But after that night, I gave him an ultimatum: if he couldn’t bond me before I turned thirty, he’d have to choose—me or Leah.
Logan believed I’d never walk away.
After all, I was bonded by my dying mother’s last wish: to be bonded with the werewolf warrior who’d loved me for ten years.
Ten years together. Twelve promises that he’d keep Leah in line.
And then came my twenty-ninth birthday—our thirteenth engagement party.
Leah locked me in a restroom, stole my gown, and stood beside Logan in my place. She was smiling, glowing, claiming everything that was mine.
When I finally
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