Breaking the Bond: My Pup, My Choice
When I'm four months pregnant, I come home from a checkup to find my mate, Ethan Hale, standing on a ladder in the nursery, pressing glow-in-the-dark constellations onto the ceiling. His childhood friend, Mia Vance, sits below with her chin in her hands, directing his every move.
"Ethan, Orion's crooked. Shift it right a little. Yes, like that, so my goddaughter can see it from her crib."
"You're worse than the actual mom, you know that?" He laughs.
They joke back and forth, and neither of them notices me in the doorway. A pack member wrapping up a furniture delivery catches Ethan on his way out.
"Alpha, the Luna really cares about the pup. That star map looks perfect."
Ethan glances at