M.L Swift

"I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his.

Ember Whitlock's origin is shrouded in rumor and speculation. Whispers circulate that she may be the daughter of Alpha Leonard's wife, Victoria, who seemed to have suffered a harrowing ordeal at the hands of a figure known only as Daniel—a being rumored to have betrayed his own kind, wreaking havoc among werewolf clans. Allegedly born of this unfortunate alliance, Ember grew up amid scorn and neglect from her father and pack, finding solace only in the love and support of her older sister, Lily. When the Sinclair family proposed marriage to Lily, Ember, hearing of Dominic Sinclair's purported cruelty and illness, made a bold decision. At the tender age of 17, she stepped into her sister's place, agreeing to wed Dominic in a move that would forever alter her destiny.

"Besides Luna Renata, is there anything else you want?" I blurted out. "Anything at all! I'll give you whatever you want!" Daisy stopped struggling. I froze. Her eyes shifted toward me. "Anything?" Oh, thank goodness. She was listening. "Yes! Anything!" "Anything at all?" "Anything at all!" I nodded so vigorously that my vision began to blur. Daisy stared at me for another moment. Then, slowly, she climbed back over the railing. My knees nearly gave out with relief. She stood in front of me, straightened her clothes, and wiped the tears from her face. "I want revenge for Luna."