Mated to My Intended's Enemy
My voice was calm,but my heart was already in shreds.
He helped me unload my bags. That was when a box tipped over,spilling across the snow—letters I had written but never sent,photos I had taken in secret,even trinkets he once discarded but I had kept like treasures. All of my hidden devotion lay bare under the streetlight.
He froze,staring. For a heartbeat I thought he might say something—anything.
But he said nothing. He turned,got back in his car,and drove away.
Snow fell harder. My wolf whimpered inside me as I knelt in the cold,gathering the pieces of my obsession with numb fingers. Alone. Always alone.