Vullnet_Demiri

Since Ryland Ashford, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, and his first love, Selene Hawthorne, rekindled their romance, he has vehemently prohibited me from tending to flowers. His aversion to them has intensified with each passing day, as if the mere presence of blossoms fills him with repulsion.
On a tempestuous evening, I was abducted, my hands tied and my mouth silenced, and taken to a decrepit cabin on the fringes of Darkwood Forest, a notorious lair for wayward wolves. The rogues who seized me coerced me into making a call to Ryland.
"Ryland, the flowers in our garden are withering away. Could you rush to the woods by the East River and fetch some new seeds?"
However, Ryland did not detect the distress in my voice; instead, he lashed out at me. "I've told you repeatedly not to cultivate flowers. Selene suffers from pollen allergies! Are you even aware of why she's in the pack's infirmary? How can you be so inconsiderate?"
I caught a faint, feminine voice in the background, but before I could utter another word, the call was abruptly ended. Ryland was urgently summoned back to investigate.
It took him an excruciating seventy-two hours to decipher the contents of those sacks. When he finally did, the realization dawned on him—it was me, his fiancée, the woman with whom he had been bonded since our childhood.

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Volume 1