Shattered Bonds: Escaping the Female Alpha

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After severing the mate bond, I dragged my battered body to a rainy, gloomy seaside town in Washington.

New identity. New number.

I cut off everything related to that powerful werewolf pack.

They all think I’m dead.

Died in that rogue wolf attack that shocked the entire North American Werewolf Council.

For three whole years, fresh white roses have been laid in front of my empty grave in the pack’s cemetery.

Until one day, the glass door of the coffee shop where I worked was pushed open