Broken But Not Forgotten
READING AGE 16+
Everyone in the Crimson Ridge Pack knows my name.Not because I matter. Because I'm the reason their future Alpha never drew his first breath.I was born on the night of a blood moon, and my twin brother died before he could cry. They said I stole his life. My own mother said it first, and the pack believed her. Eighteen years later, I'm still paying for it.I cook. I clean. I bleed. I stay silent.I don't dream about mates or moonlit dances. Girls like me don't get happy endings. We just survive long enough to see another sunrise.But then he arrived.Alpha Damon of the Iron Crest Pack. Cold. Powerful. The kind of man who walks into a room and makes everyone forget how to breathe.He wasn't looking at me like I'm the answer to a question he doesn't know how to ask?And why, when he finally learns the truth about who I am, does everything change?
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He drove through the dark for the first hour without the radio.
This was not unusual. He drove without the radio most of the time, had done since he was sixteen and had learned that the specific quality of road-silence at early hours was one of the few contexts in which his mind could run its full register without the social managem……
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