Parting Under the Moonlight or Bonded by Moonlight
Leah, Logan’s adopted sister, threw a tantrum at our first engagement party, an episode of her pup dependency anxiety.
But after that night, I gave him an ultimatum: if he couldn’t bond me before I turned thirty, he’d have to choose—me or Leah.
Logan believed I’d never walk away.
After all, I was bonded by my dying mother’s last wish: to be bonded with the werewolf warrior who’d loved me for ten years.
Ten years together. Twelve promises that he’d keep Leah in line.
And then came my twenty-ninth birthday—our thirteenth engagement party.
Leah locked me in a restroom, stole my gown, and stood beside Logan in my place. She was smiling, glowing, claiming everything that was mine.
When I finally stepped out, my gown was tattered. I confronted Logan, but he only said, “Alison, forgive her. I promise, this is the last time.”
I looked at the torn gown my mother had sewn through sickness and pain… and I laughed.
Logan sighed in relief, thinking I’d let it slide again.
But I didn’t.
I turned and walked away without a word.
After a decade together, he thought I belonged to him.
Well, he was wrong.
He didn’t know that there was someone else who could give me happiness and fulfill my mother’s wish.