My Alpha Called Me Shameless

At eighteen, I initiated a mate bond with my stepbrother, Adrian.

Three years later, he announced an arranged marriage. I faked my death and fled, and he searched for me for three agonizing years to no avail.

After we got back together, all the werewolves envied me for having such a devoted Alpha.

Until the day of the hurricane, when I saw a video of him desperately shielding the she-wolf by his side.

I rushed to the hospital to visit, only to overhear him on the phone with a friend:

"Don't tell Rebecca I'm hurt. She'll worry."

"Rebecca is different from Cynthia. Cynthia is utterly shameless; she was the one who took the initiative to seduce me at eighteen."

Ten years, only to be called shameless by him.

When I was about to leave with the miscarriage report in hand, he regretted it.

"Cynthia, where else do you think you can run?"