Farrell
Ever since I returned to the pack, my mind has been a storm, a chaos I can’t silence. What happened today? I felt it, the spark, the bond. And Cane? He felt it too. The way he howled inside me, the way he surged forward… it was too raw, too magical to ignore.
But then there was her scent…jasmine, delicate and pure, mingled with a hint of lavender. It was intoxicating, utterly addictive. I could still feel it clinging to my skin, wrapping around me, pulling me closer to insanity. But how? How is this even possible?
I already have a mate. Sandra is supposed to be my one and only, the Luna of this pack, my queen. And now this? Another mate? Delilah?
I raked my hands through my hair, the weight of it all crushing me. I know it’s not uncommon for one female to have more than one mat
