Breaking the First Bond
My mate, Loki Olson, was the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, the strongest warrior in the pack.
Yet he was colder to me than winter stone, stingy with even the smallest trace of warmth.
It was only after my hair had turned completely white that I accidentally saw him gazing at a photograph of my sister, Alice Brewer, his eyes full of longing and tenderness.
That was when I finally understood why Loki had never held a mating ceremony with me. His heart had always belonged to Alice.
Marrying me was nothing more than fulfilling an agreement made with my father.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at our bonding ceremony.
Without mercy, Loki tore up our wedding contract in front
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