His Bond Was a Cage

A young woman with a braid carries a heavy tray of cups through a crowded dining hall at night.

I'm Elowen Grieve, and I walked into that council dinner with twelve small cups on a tray and a bruise under my cuff.

The pack hall smelled like roast meat and beeswax, and every man at that table had watched me pour his coffee for a year.

Tonight I was not sitting at the end of the table. Tonight I was the one who carried things.

His Bond Was a Cage

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I will not call his cage a bond anymore. Maddox Hurn rejected me in front of our pack, then kept me close to own my Alpha blood. He taught me to hide every scar and call it duty. I stayed because I thought a bond he broke could still be saved. Then I met Bryce Culver. He is a widowed Alpha and county sheriff raising twin girls and carrying grief he never lets show. He looks at me like I am not ruined. My family begs me to run. Maddox says I will never leave. I can still feel his hold on my wolf. Pack law still says I belong to him. To be free, I may have to break the last living part of me and survive what is left. Can I trust a second-chance fated mate when the first one almost erased me? And will the people who used my bond as a leash let me live long enough to try?