She didn’t know about Amber.
No one did. No one except Reed. And no one would ever know. She was always going to be my dirty little secret, my biggest regret.
To the Pack, the story was simple: I’d fallen in love with and married Reed, just like it was always supposed to be.
And I sure as hell wasn’t about to tell my mother. She didn’t deserve to know. She would just develop false hope and double down.
Still, despite all of it—the whispers, the arguments, the social tightrope—I told myself life was good. I was leading the Pack into the future. I had Reed. We were stable. Solid. Unshakeable. Our love was enough.
Or so I thought.
Because the truth?
There was still a rot in our foundation.
And that rot’s name... was Amber.
Even six years later, Reed had never forgiven me.
Not really
