Juliana’s POV
I couldn’t stop tears from rolling down my face. I knew Dominic had told me on several occasions, even before he met his mate, that I would never be more than a sister to him.
We weren’t blood related so why should I be his sister? I remember how I used to follow him around when I was still a pup.
It was uncommon for werewolves to joke about their child getting married to another wolf, knowing the wolf probably had a soulmate somewhere.
But my dad wouldn’t stop talking about how nice it would be to have Dominic as his son-in-law.
So, I grew up believing one day he would be mine.
The moment I turned sixteen and I couldn’t smell him as my mate, I knew I’d have to double my effort in loving and trying to win his heart.
And given the all-prophecy saga around his soulm
