Serve Me Cake, Set Me Free
On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch.
We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some.
When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise.
We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table.
Cream was smeared all over her bare body.
That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement.
From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch.
The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear.
"Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake."
He frowned, h