Not to him.
But the Luminal Order doesn't care about broken hearts or old scars. They gave me a choice—return and play nice, or face arrest. So now I'm back in the one place I swore I'd burn to the ground, standing across from the alpha who shattered me.
And here's the kicker—I have to pretend to be his mate.
Again.
Every instinct in me screams to run, but there's more at stake than pride. I've got a secret buried deep, one that could get me killed if the wrong wolf finds out. I'm no one's omega anymore. I'm a traitor in hiding. A liar. A ticking time bomb.
But the bond between us never died.
And if I let myself feel again, I might just lose everything.
Fated mates. Forbidden pasts. One last lie before the truth destroys us both.
I’ve always been a storyteller, though my first real studio was a basement fort that my mom eventually made me tear down. Honestly, I’m still not over it.
These days, I’ve traded the fort for the sidelines. I write sports romance now, specifically the kind where the characters have to fight like hell for their ending. I’m not really into the fairy-tale version of love. I prefer the messy, high-stakes, overtime kind of stories that feel a bit more like real life.
When I’m not writing, I’m usually deep into a cup of coffee and a bag of Cheetos Puffs. And yes, Puffs are objectively better than Crunchy. It's a texture thing and I'm prepared to defend that. I’m a fan of American Beauty, artistic vibes, and stories that stay with you long after the game is over.
Come hang out in the huddle with me.