Francine's POV
“Impossible!” Jennifer shouted as her gaze fell on the glowing mark forming on my wrist. She’d finally snapped out of her shock and that was the only word she could muster.
The other Alphas had risen to their feet, all except the one who had brought me from the West. His face was taut, unreadable, his silence heavier than the murmurs building around us. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, about the mate bond that had just manifested before the entire pack, what it meant for him, for me and for all of us.
Even I knew what it meant.
Even I knew there was no way I could be mated to any of them.
This wasn’t about them or my status as a slave.
It wasn’t about being an offering, nor about the enmity between our packs.
It wasn’t even about the bond being forbidden because
