Cyra
“What do you mean you’ve been accepted to the Warrior Academy?” my father, Alpha Arden, demands.
Behind him, leaning against the wall, his face set in an unemotional mask, is my intended mate, Alpha Stellan. I found out a year ago that my father created what is called an Alliance Bond with Alpha Stellan’s father. In order to solidify the alliance between our two packs, they wrote up an agreement dictating that I would be mated to Alpha Stellan and become his Luna.
Because our packs have been in an alliance, I’ve known Alpha Stellan for years. It’s not that he’s not a nice man or a good man, I’m sure he is. But when I turned eighteen last week, I realized that he also isn’t my fated mate. That would have made things simpler. But I wasn’t surprised. Stellan is nice enough, I’ve just
