I admit my feelings for Liam were unhealthy.
In what little life I had, all the love I had ever known came from him and from my mother. Once she was gone, there was only him.
I had loved him, and I had hated him. So at the end of my life, he was the only one I could think of.
The year I turned 18, my mother died and that animal of a father threw me out. Liam took me in. He brought me into his home. He used the authority of an heir to the Alpha title to make my father and his mistress pay, and had them banished from the Stoneshire Pack. Not long after they were driven out, word came back that a band of rogues had tortured them to death.
When the news reached me, Liam was sitting beside me. I held him tightly and buried my face against his throat.
That was the day I started writing the
