Maurice.
"Werewolves and Lycans are never a good match, Maurice! Stay away from that boy before he ruins your life! Or before everyone from the pack finds out you've been frolicking with the enemy and brands you as a traitorous whore for it!" My mother yelled at me, her wooden spatula waving in the air as she glared right at me.
This has been our dynamic for the past four months. It has been the only song she sang around the house ever since that first time she caught me with Ragnar at the back of our old house.
And do you know what makes matters even worse? The fact that I had been betrothed to no one else but Malakai.
Outgoing sweet Malakai who had the entire world waiting at his feet. The golden boy of Stormborn pack who was destined for great things!
He was only twenty but had managed to secure his position as the Beta of our pack, and that was nothing in comparison to his fame… his wealth… his status and the great fortune that would bring to my barely surviving family.
