The Rogue's Claim

Elira

I stand completely motionless outside the hut, Wane’s words still fiercely burning in my ears—Because I love you. The rogue alpha’s sudden confession feels exactly like a cruel joke, a turning of a knife I absolutely never asked for. It intensely twists my thoughts into tight knots as I desperately try to make any sense of it all.

My wrist mark stings now. The scar under my skin pulses with the blood bond’s intense pain, a constant, cruel reminder that I am ...