

by Roman Archer
On our marking night, Rohan brought home a little girl and another woman. "This is my first love, and we have a daughter together. From now on, we’ll all live together peacefully," he declared, his alpha tone leaving no room for argument. The air around him seemed to thicken with his authority, his commanding presence filling the room. "And isn’t it convenient? Someone can take care of you, considering you can’t shift anymore." I looked down at my legs, the ones that had been rendered useless after the rogue attack where I’d saved his life. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He seemed to have forgotten that it was because of him I’d lost my wolf form entirely. Later, I left without saying a word, and he apologized, begging me to come back. "Alpha Rohan, do you even realize what you're saying?" I stared at him in disbelief, the man I had loved for five years and marked as my mate just today.