Leaving You in the Ashes of Our Love

"If you want her, take her." I didn't scream when I saw my sacred mating ring wrapped around my sister's tail. I simply dropped my white roses and vanished. For eight years, I ran wild while my Alpha fiancé Reid suffocated in his own regret, waiting in an empty den. Now, I’m back—stronger, and completely deaf to his pleas. He’s begging on his knees to mend our bond, but my paws only run forward.