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Thank god she didn’t probe me further about anything. I opened the packet and began eating hungrily. Sandra joined me on the sofa and was also munching her crisps. “We are so lucky, I sent Maverick away on an errand and he won’t be back till late, otherwise he would just keep disturbing us,” she said. I simply nodded in agreement. I was glad he was away, that guy can be a nuisance. “So I know you have got the hots for Alpha,” Sandra said outright. I choked on some chips and Sandra quickly went and got me water.

“Forgive you? You think I am a fool? You think it’s a problem? You can now be happy with your woman. You're already trash in my eyes, Oswald. Trashes should remain in the garbage can.” Panicked kicked in. “What are you trying to do, Sandra?” Panic was easily replaced with arrogance. “I am the alpha of this pack. I am your mate. You should be happy that I accepted you as mine and agreed with your terms for how many years.” He did. And the more he was so patient with me, the more I fell for him. I thought there was no other man aside from him. Patient. Kind. Understandable. I was wrong. Very wrong.

Then one day he and I went to the pub before Sunday lunch and we ended up getting pissed together and finding out we'd got quite a few interests in common like football and astronomy. He passed away a few years ago but Sandra's mum is still around and there's talk of her coming to live with us. Deep joy! I'm forty now and pushing for the station manager's job. Sandra's sixty-two and has retired. We are very happy together and our sex life is amazing; Sandra left her insecurity behind years ago, together with any residual inhibitions she may have had. Now, as well as playing golf together most days, we enjoy a full range of sexual activities including bondage, anal, dressing up... You name it

“If this door hadn’t been locked when I entered and if I hadn’t known that no one can come in here without passing through the security, I would have said you were just with your lover.” Mayeli had blushed and tried to look shocked. “You know that’s not possible.” Sandra nodded, but she was still not satisfied. “Then why do you suddenly look so alive?” Mayeli had sighed. “Sandra, your five minutes are almost up!” That had gotten Sandra back on her toes and off Mayeli’s back. She narrowly escaped that.

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

"Yep, between our pack and another's. In all honesty though, I don't remember much about it. I was a baby back then and Chris was in grade school so we don't remember much. Mom and dad never mentioned anything to us, even the pack elders." Three knocks on the door cease our topic. Valerie sits comfortably in the chair and I stand up to open the door. Behind the wooden door stands Sandy dressed in denim shorts and an oversized black T-shirt with her plate of food in her hands. A toothy grin is on her face as he invites herself in. "Hello, future Luna of the Golden Celestine pack. How does it feel to finally meet your mate?" Valerie teases while wiggling her eyebrows. Sandy places her plate on

I stand under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the tension that had settled in my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I hoped the steam could clear my mind as well. Kane's words echo in my head, mingling with the sound of the water splashing against the tiles. "I know it's going to take time and effort for me to gain your trust again."

Chapter 19 The suitcase clicked shut with a sound that felt final. Sandra smoothed her hand over the leather one last time, making sure the zipper had caught every edge. Three years of her life, folded into one battered case. Three years of swallowing insults, of shrinking herself to fit into a marriage that had never wanted her. Outside, the sky groaned. Clouds rolled in low and heavy, turning the afternoon into something that felt like dusk. The first fat drops of rain hit the window, streaking the glass.

I pushed my body past every limit I could find. By the time I met Cassian, my body was already too damaged to bear children easily. A woman that uncompromising with herself — a woman who refused to forgive her own weakness — does she strike you as someone who would forgive a man for spitting on her bond? He swore he deserved an unmarked grave. I'd see to it. I went down to the black market and bought a bond-severance potion. I drank it on the spot. The link wouldn't fully break for another twenty-four hours.