Page 1 of Cuffed By My Mate

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He just cuffed his fated mate.

Vera

Being the Alpha's daughter means living under a microscope—every move, every word, every breath is judged.

I’m suffocating in the role I never chose and desperate for an escape.

So, when my father sends me on a secret mission to spy on the Twisted Oak Pack, I jump at the chance to experience some freedom.

But my assignment doesn’t go as planned.

Not when I walk into town and see Crew.

And definitely not when I realize he’s my fated mate.

Crew

The moment Vera walks into my station, she steals my breath away.

My heart too, when I realize that she's my fated mate.

Claiming her is instinct, and my bear and I are so happy to finally have our mate.

But then the truth that she's the Alpha's daughter, sent here to spy on my Pack surfaces.

Now, I’m caught between loyalty to my pack and the all-consuming pull to my mate.

Vera is mine.

But can I trust her?

And if I can’t… how will I ever let her go?

ONE

Vera

I sit in my room,my fingers twisting nervously as I listen to the low drone of my father and brother talking in the room next to mine. I know that they’re talking about me. I’ve heard my name mentioned a few times now, and that has me on edge.

As the daughter of the Alpha of the Red Fog Pack, I’m used to people watching me. I’ve always hated it, though, which is why I tend to stay locked in my room. It’s safer for me if people forget about me.

I wonder what they need me for. They wouldn’t be talking about me unless they needed something from me. It’s the only reason why they ever pay attention to me. I swear that most days, they forget that I exist, and that’s how I prefer it.

I hate my family. I was told that my mom passed away when I was four, and I barely remember her. I’m not sure that I believe that she passed away, either. My dad and brother both have nasty tempers. They’ve killed people before, and it doesn’t even faze them. I’ve heard how they talk about my mom, howthey talk down about her, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they had something to do with their death.

My bear whines inside of me, and I stand and start to pace. She’s just as anxious about what they want with us as I am.

I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror and brush some of my unruly dark brown hair back behind my ears. My green eyes look tired and worried and I swallow hard before I resume my pacing.

I hear their footsteps approaching, and I spin to face the door as they push it open.

“Vera,” my dad snaps, and I inhale sharply.

“Yes.”

“You’re going to go to the Twisted Oak Pack,” my dad informs me.

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