Lara
The morning after my sixteenth birthday, I woke with one thought firmly lodged in my mind.
Elijah.
Not the party.
Not the cake.
Not even the fact that half the pack had managed to surprise me.
Elijah.
My fated mate.
A vampire.
The boy who had looked at me like I was something precious and dangerous at the same time.
And, apparently, the one person my father would never willingly allow me to get close to.
I stared at the ceiling for several seconds.
Well… that complicated things.
But I wasn’t going to let my father’s rules decide my future.
Not anymore.
For most of my life, I had allowed myself to be trapped inside the boundaries he created. I cleaned his house. I followed his rules. I made allowances for his moods. I had spent years trying to keep everything running smo
