As a gentle melody about the intricate journey of lost and found love played in Harper's thoughts, it overwhelmed her with intense emotions. Her heart raced, infusing her body with adrenaline, as she realized this might be her destined partner - the one she was fated to be with. The disbelief in her eyes was palpable.
"Happy birthday, Harper," a deep voice greeted her, sending a wave of warmth and confusion. Her skin tingled, her heart pounded, and a queasy sensation washed over her. She couldn't comprehend the possibility.
"No, no, this can't be right," Harper stepped back, staring at the man she thought might be her mate. His features darkened, and her vision began to blur. "You're not a werewolf... You're stunning, but... what are you?" she asked, swallowing hard.
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In the world of werewolves, tradition dictated that only males could ascend to the position of alpha. Harper's father, believing her too compassionate for such a role, had arranged a marriage for her with a werewolf from another pack, someone他认为 better suited to lead. But Harper yearned for genuine love, not a forced union.
She dreamed of finding her true soulmate, but where could he possibly be amidst all these expectations?
