Storm
Since arriving at the Celtic Moon Pack, I had felt like I was constantly waiting for something terrible to happen.
Every time Alpha Doyle walked into a room, some part of me tensed. Every time he touched me, my instincts screamed at me to be ready to run. And yet, beneath all that fear, there was something else I couldn’t ignore.
The mate bond.
It was pulling me towards him with a strength I didn’t understand, making it harder and harder to maintain the emotional distance I desperately needed.
Connor had spent the past few days trying to get to know me. He had been patient, gentle, and surprisingly understanding. But none of that changed the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to trust him.
Not yet.
Because trusting an Alpha had never ended well for me.
Our attempts at getting
