Saoirse
I don’t have the right to be hurt. Not after everything I’ve allowed. Not after all the times I turned a blind eye just to feel something anything from them.
I shouldn’t feel this way. I knew what I was walking into.
Cain and Cyrus were never mine to keep. They were a curse wearing the mask of desire. A poison I drank willingly, just to feel warmth in my throat.
And now they’re slipping through my fingers like smoke, and maybe that’s the truth I’ve been too stubborn to admit,
I was never supposed to choose between them.
They were meant to ruin me.
I’m not their mate.
I’m just the girl caught in their crossfire. The girl they marked not out of love, but possession. I was something to stake a claim on. Not someone to hold.
And deep down, my wolf knows the bond isn't real.
