Kill This Love
In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different.
Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate.
In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me,
“Evelyn, who will you choose?”
Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance.
I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door.
Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist.
My world collapsed.
He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her.
Darkness