My Alpha destroyed the peace treaty with the rival pack because of me.
I’d loved him since we were kids, but the pack would never accept a woodsman’s daughter as his mate.
Two weeks ago, he left for peace talks and promised to make me his Luna when he came home.
Today, he returned, and I ran to the square only to stop dead.
The entire pack knelt while the rival Alpha’s daughter clung to his arm.
The second our eyes met, he froze, and I turned to leave.
But a rival guard grabbed my wrist hard enough to bruise and demanded I warm his bed for that night.
I slapped him, and the square dropped quiet as he shoved me into the dirt.
I hit the ground, and suddenly the Alpha had him by the throat, lifting him into the air.
He turned to the wolves gathered around us and growled,
“No one touches what’s mine.”