Ditching My Alpha

When I went to pick up my bonding pearls, I discovered that there were two custom-made sets waiting for me. One set was mine, a symbol of my connection to Braxton Cole, my fiancé, while the other set was for Lila Darrow, my sister. She was a young wolf, just starting her journey in the pack, and I thought she was happy for me.

I felt a lump in my throat as I took the pearls. The bonding pearls were not just pieces of jewelry; they were a representation of our souls intertwined, blessed by the goddess of our kind. I was supposed to feel excited, but instead, dread washed over me.