Chapter 10

So I ditched my guards and fled to the outskirts of Denver.

The early autumn air was cool. I wore a sundress and Converse.

That's when three drunk strays cornered me in an alley.

"Well, look what we have here. A little she-wolf, all alone."

I narrowed my eyes and loosened my wrists.

My pack's sentinels had trained me for combat since I could walk.

These three weren't even a warm-up.

But as I prepared to strike, a figure stormed the alley.

He wore a black leather jacket. In wolf form, he was all shadow and muscle.

"Three males against one female? Have you no shame?"

He made quick work of the strays.

Later, I learned that he was the Alpha of the Iron Fang pack.

In the ancient world of wolves, they were nobodies.

The elders would have lost their minds if they knew.

But I didn't care. I wanted him.

So I hid my identity, using a scent-sealing bracelet to mask my Alpha pheromones.

I pretended to be a submissive Beta female.

Because he told me he liked his mates to be obedient.

We got together after that.

But he had a human childhood friend, Clara.

I felt her hostility from the moment we met.

Yet, she played the innocent victim for Kyle.

He was completely blind to her manipulations.

And I was framed by her, again and again.

Each time, Kyle sided with Clara without question.

Still, I foolishly believed his feelings for me were real.

But if he ever truly loved me…

How could he use our memories to destroy me in front of everyone?