Begged to Mark Me? It's too Late!

"Andrew was the youngest Alpha the Northern packs had ever seen. On his twenty-eighth birthday, he accepted a she-wolf as a gift — right in front of everyone. For the first time, I dropped the obedient act. I smashed the champagne tower, threw my ring at him, and called off our engagement. Then I packed my bags and left the pack I'd called home for seven years. Everyone said I was a rogue with no one to turn to — that I'd come crawling back within three days. Andrew didn't even care. "She's a rogue I took in. Without the North, where else would she go?" But three days came and went. Then dozens more. I never went back. The first time Andrew reached out through our mind-link, he found nothing. I'd already severed the connection. Later, when news broke that I had mated with Austin, Alpha of the South, it sent shockwaves through the werewolf world. Andrew showed up at my door, desperate, begging me to come home. Austin smiled warmly, his arm curling around my waist. "Andrew, what exactly are you discussing with my Luna?""