“This,” he muttered, “is all you need to know and say.”
I hesitated for a moment before taking the paper from his outstretched hand.
Unfolding it carefully, I skimmed over the contents. Below, lines detailed his accomplishments, his family lineage, and—most unsettling of all—the story of how we supposedly met three months ago during a gathering at the Full Moon Pack.
Just weeks ago, Alpha Cain was nonexistent to me. Now, according to this paper, we had danced at the full moon festival, and our bond had been instant and unbreakable.
I clenched the edges of the paper tightly. "You drafted all of this so quickly,” I murmured, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice.
Cain’s gaze met mine, hard and unwavering. “It didn’t take long,” he replied simply. “It doesn’t matter what’s true—this
