Rose’s POVThe night before my father did the unthinkable and sold us, I begged him to reconsider.“Alpha Horace won’t like it,” I argued. “Technically, we still belong to him.”“Face facts, we’re rogues, girl. Is it wrong for me to want a better life for you and your sister?”I sighed. “I suppose not.”We shared a three-way hug. I wished for the millionth time Mom was here and not buried in that forest glade.“I’ll miss you, Daddy,” Willow said, beginning to sob.He passed a shaking hand through her unruly brown curls. “Make me proud, both of you,” he whispered.“The least you can do is tell us about our new pack,” I said, unwilling to let him off the hook. “How come they’re so eager to accept us?”He hesitated, unwilling to spell it out.I knew the answer, of course. We were likely to become breeders. Though tiny, my sister had turned eighteen only last moon, and the village boys had begun to notice her. One in particular.I’d lost count of the times I’d exited the cottage through t
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