The Fountain of Life's Price
On the night of the blood moon, during a sudden supernatural storm, our convoy was ambushed.
As five silver-dipped crossbow bolts pierced my body, my wolf howled in agony as my life force drained away.
My fated mate, Donovan, arrived at the scene in a flash.
But instead of rushing to my side, he lifted his pitiful lover, Piper, from the passenger seat and turned to leave.
He didn't even spare me a glance.
I spent three days and nights unconscious in my Vaughn Pack's Fountain of Life, clinging to life, and he never once came to visit.
All his attention was on the she-wolf who had only suffered minor poisoning from wolfsbane.
After being deceived by the mate bond for nearly a decade, I was done being played for a fool.
The day I recovered, I demanded to sever the mate bond with Donovan Slade.
Miraculously, I had survived, and I refused to waste another moment on a werewolf who didn't care if I lived or died.