You Chose Her, Alpha. Now Watch Me Rise

Three weeks ago, someone drugged me and delivered me like meat to a rogue pack.

I was beaten and interrogated. I barely escaped alive—shifting while half-conscious.

I mind-linked Alpha Dunstan—Help me.

But the bond stayed silent, cold, and empty.

Later, I found out why.

While I fought for my life, he was claiming his so-called childhood friend in the bed we used to share.

My wolf screamed as the mating mark burned off my skin.

I returned to the packhouse and found the pack celebrating a new Luna—while casting sneers and whispers my way. They called me a rogue, a disgrace.