My Alpha Mate Buried Me Alive. Dead？That's Just the Beginning

Silvermoon Pack's big training day. I gritted through the shift fever and the blood sickness—still hit the dirt anyway.

My Alpha mate Lucian Greyback didn't even reach for me.

He handed the only rest pass to his childhood friend Anya Silverfang instead.

"She's got asthma. You don't. Get up and fall in."

Anya piled on: "Luna was in the group chat betting she'd fake a collapse to skip the run."

Lucian bought it. He hauled me into that weapons shed, 122 degrees and climbing.

"Serena, you're treating training like a joke. Stay in there and think about it."