He Claimed My Body, Not My Soul

"Because I was born under the Moon’s blessing, my body ripened earlier than any she-wolf my age.On the night of my eighteenth turning, my brother—fearing I’d be force-claimed by brutes—entrusted me to his blood-oath brother: Silas, Alpha of the Northern Peak.The first time we met, his golden eyes locked on my bared neck and never left. His fangs sank into my scent gland that very night, claiming me beneath the full moon.For four years since, I’ve been his scribe by dawn light, and his whore by moonrise. He trained my body to fit his every hunger, covering me in bite marks, yet never left the Mating Mark that would make me his true mate.Four years later, his confidante from the Central Territories returned.He tore from my heat-soaked sheets without a backward glance, racing to the moon-platform to greet her.I followed, stomach hollow, scent glands throbbing with his phantom claim.Only an hour before, his hand—scarred from my own teeth—had clamped over my mouth as he rutted me into the furs.Now, before the assembled Pack, he stroked another woman’s silver hair.“Amara, don’t show that jealous look. Have you forgotten—four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was moon-mad.”“This tantrum is unbecoming.”He was right. I had chosen this life myself.But when I finally chose to leave him, he was the first to break."