"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Gray Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna."
One single sentence.
One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life.
And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once.
As I was still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they came.
Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky.
My mates.
And why, of all people, did the rudest of the three have to abduct me from my home pack?
