The Comfort and the Cost

Elira

I sit in the hut and try hard to steady my rapid breathing. My head spins violently with the intense memory of yesterday. A spark of feeling for Wane? No. That single idea feels completely wrong in every fiber of my being.

I absolutely refuse to accept that I could feel anything remotely positive for a rogue alpha. The goddess would not purposefully pair me with a man like him as a second chance mate. It simply can’t be true. I tell myself that lie until the ...