Betrayed By My Fiancé, Claimed By His Alpha Brother

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rfect. Engraved with the Sinclair pack crest and a tiny, almost invisible

my chest. Tonight is a party before the engagement ceremony. In

in the car's mirror. The silk of my gown shone, my

nd leave when I suddenly realized I

the dining table in t

sighed and fumbled for my apartment keys, then pushed op

turned in the lock. I pushed the door open,

died in

an Omega scent that wasn't mine. It was cheap

f my best friend.The one I'd trusted wi

ammed against my ribs, a fra

bedroom. A low, suppressed moan.

d from my face.

could

t on the plush carpet. Each step was a lif

through t

e worl

of our lives, were Julian and Jenna. Naked. Tangled toget

a low murmur, laced with the satisfaction of a full belly, "

isn't she? Always playing the perfect little Luna. Did she

. Once the alliance is sealed and her father's pack falls in line,

gers tracing his chest. "Every secret she told me? I used

le. I clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling the scream that clawed its

ture, my love-a

e cold thought cut through. I felt a sliv

e dining table. My fingers gripped the cold, smooth phone case. My movements were

door, and the screen became a cruel mirror, reflecting

light blin

slick bodies. Julian's lying mouth. Je

gloating, "we'll make sure she's exiled. No

h her break. Best friends 'til the end, right?" They both l

te. An e

ou

h a quiet finality. A ghost, I slipped back

ehind me was the sound

go home.

a meaningless smear. The sounds of tr

ard about in whispers. "The Crimson Moon." A bar so

en the heav

and whiskey. I sat at the bar, the p

told the bart

d numbed. By the third, the edges

out the dim light. The air shifted, charged with a s

Cold and sharp and u

ned m

nto the eyes

ir of gold-rimmed glasses. Cain Sinclair. J

xecut

nd the world ti

sn't just cedar and mint. It was him. My soul,

w, frantic rhythm. A wildfire ignited in my veins, my skin t

, a feeling of coming home to a place I'd never bee

arely knew, let out a silent,

i

ched for a glass. The contact was electric. A jolt of pur

betrayal, the shock of this... t

dy sw

uld fall. He was holding me, pull

space amplified his scent, a drug that systema

the scent of him clinging to the air, the sheets, e

ed his shirt, his eyes behind the glasses burning with a raw, pr

ice a low growl that vibr

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tinct and despair, I gav