My Future Without You, Alpha
On our eighth bonding ceremony, my mate left me at the altar—again—for his so-called Omega sister.
Slap.
Felix Ortiz yanked the Moonstone token back without a second glance. "Willow's hurt. We'll push it a week."
Then he strode off, leaving the entire crowd staring after him.
The first time, she'd misplaced the ceremony's Moonstone. The second, she had a fever and needed him by her side. Third, fourth, eighth—every time there was a "legitimate" reason. Every time, I was the one who caved.
I fought. I screamed. Felix always said the same thing: "You're overthinking it. She's just my sister. My future is with you."
But this time, I decided I wanted no part in h