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I was still processing everything in my mind when I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my wet body. I then wrapped a towel around my wet hair and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I felt so lucky that I was no longer at that horrible pack house chasing after everyone else’s wants and needs—no more cleaning and worrying about when I would next get a meal or a beating.

Alex was the most fantastic mate that I could ever want.

He was my best friend growing up, and I hated when he was taken from me, but I thanked the moon goddess that he had come back to me and saved my life.

The thought of him being paired with Eliza as chosen mates made me want to throw up; she did not deserve him.

He was mine.

The fact that my grandmother had appeared out of nowhere and I was being told all these things about my past made me full of many questions.

Those that I had believed to be my parents? Who were they? Had they been the ones w