ManyWriters

I am the heiress of the Mistwood Pack and the fated mate of Alpha Madron.
I thought ours was the perfect union, until his distant cousin, Celeste, arrived.
She drove his exclusive sports car, stayed out all night with him, and taunted me: “You’ve lost.”
I contacted the pack elders and requested to sever our mate bond.
Since he chose her, I wouldn't hold back.
After a passionate night with his best friend, Lucas, I never expected to run into them in the hotel corridor.
Fury burned in Madron's eyes. "What are you two doing here?"
I shot back with a cold laugh, "And what are you two doing here? Is she feeling 'unwell' again?"
Their expressions instantly stiffened.
The game had only just begun...

The Alpha’s Feral Rose

On the drive back, Madron's face was hidden in the dim light.


"Whose is it?" he broke the silence, his voice hoarse. "The last time we were intimate was three months ago, when I was away on business in Europe."


"It's none of your business," I said coolly. "We've already severed our mate bond."


Madron suddenly grabbed my shoulders. "Amara, I haven't agreed!"


I winced in pain and frowned. "That's your problem!"


"Stop playing the victim. Don't you think that's laughable?"


My words seemed to register, and he finally let me go.


"Celeste and I... it was only that one time, I swear!" he explained frantically.


"She said she wasn't feeling well that day, and I was afraid it would upset you if I brought her home, so I took her to a hotel instead."


Madron's face was a mask of anguish, mixed with self-loathing.


"But as soon as we got to the hotel, I don't know what came over me. My mind grew foggy, and in the haze... I thought she was you..."


Chapter 8