The Love He Perfected For Her
The day after a curse caused me to lose my first pup, my best friend, Sienna, who had always proclaimed she would "never be tied down by a mate," handed me an invitation to a bonding ceremony with a smile.
"When you meet your true mate, bonding is just… natural."
I stared blankly for a few seconds before my eyes swam with tears.
I told myself they were tears of joy for her.
But my Alpha, Sterling Ashford, glowered at the invitation, his powerful pheromones suddenly flaring uncontrollably.
He even knocked over the calming draught on the nightstand.
He used the excuse of calling the healer and hurried out of the ward.
When he didn't return, ignoring the hollow ache in my womb, I forced myself out of bed.
Outside the dimly lit Alpha-exclusive lounge, the crystal chandelier flickered erratically.
I saw Sterling pinning a woman against the wall, kissing her with a wild desperation.
"Five years ago, you were the one who said you didn't want to be shackled by a mate bond, the one who betrayed our pack. And now you're willing to bond with someone else."
"Why him? Why not me?!"
The light overhead steadied, illuminating her.
The woman lifted her tear-streaked face.
"I'm carrying your pup."
"Since you can't make me your Luna, are you telling me I can't choose someone else?"
That woman was Sienna, the best friend I admired most.