“Fiona!” My sister chirped, linking his arms to Alpha Garrick. My nose flared. “I’m glad you finally met my boyfriend—and fiancé—Alpha Garrick.”
I said nothing. All I can say is nothing. I’m speechless, utterly fucking speechless and stupid to believe that my dream of escaping will one day come true. Just when I thought I could escape this hellhole, I was pushed by Amber—who sent me straight plunging deeper into this shithole.
Amber said more about my birthday, the party, where she got her dress. But it was all inaudible to me. I hear none of it and just let my hatred take over—especially when it seems my mate has no plan to tell my sister about what’s between us.
Amber flipped her hair, “Fiona got her dress inspired from—”
“He’s my mate,” I blurted out without a second thought. Both of them froze as if astounded to hear a dead wolf speak all of a sudden. “Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack is my mate, Amber.”
I swallowed and inhaled deeply, preparing my cheek for a mighty slap.
But there was no slap. A maniac laughter invaded my ears instead.