FALLING FOR THE LYCAN BIKER: MY BESTFRIEND BROTHER

“Iloveher,”Callumsaysquietlyalmostgently.“Ihavealwayslovedher.Sheismytruemate,Lumi.Thebondisstrongerthananything.”“SowhatamI?”Thewordscomeoutinawhisperthatbreakshalfway.“IfIamnotyourtruematewhydidn’tyouleave?Whydidyoumarryme?”“Ididn’tknowhowtoleavebecauseyouneededmeandIdidn’twanttobreakyou.”“Youpitiedme.”Ichokeout.“Sevenyears,Callum.”Myvoicerisesrawandugly.........Icaughtmyhusbandinourbedwithmybestfriend,afterthesevenperfectyearswebuilttogether.Afterthethree-year-oldboywhocalledmeMamaeverysinglenight.CallumlookedmeintheeyeandtoldmeSiennawashistruemate.ThenIfoundoutTheohadneverbeenmine.Theymademeadopttheirchild.Theymademelovehim.SoIran.IleftLondonandeverylieIhadloved.NowIambackinthepackterritoryIsworeIwouldneverseeagain.Broken,alone.Butwithdeterminationnevertoletanymanintomyheartorlife.UntilRen.Mybestfriend’syoungerbrother.ThequietboyIusedtoteasewasnowaLycanbiker,wholooksatmelikehehasbeenwaitingfifteenyearstowatchmefallapart.Heissupposedtobeoff-limits.Buthe'stheonlywhounraveledme.