Page 144 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

It exudes warmth.

It’s glowing, the light surrounding it growing stronger. I want to touch it.

Hesitantly, I wrap my hand around it.

A wolf is howling in misery.

Love, pain, yearning.

I pull my hand away.

They’re not my emotions. I have no emotions. I barely exist.

Unable to help myself, I touch the thread again, wanting to feel those emotions that are not mine. This time, I find it difficult to let it go. The thread doesn’t burn my hand; it permeates my palm with a golden warmth that begins to spread all over my body. It feels like my entire existence is being filled with light.

It’s too much.

I have to let the thread go.

But something isn’t letting me.

I want this to stop.

It’s too much.

“Leanna.”

I know that name. It’s my name.

The sound of a child crying.

“Mom.”

The crying makes me feel uneasy. I don’t like it.

I’ve become distracted by the sounds. When I lower my gaze to the thread, it has begun to wrap around me.

“Leanna.”

The name keeps echoing in my ear, as if somebody is calling me. It’s getting harder to resist.

“Leanna, wake up. It’s time.”

The pulse that passes through me this time is incredibly strong, and I feel myself jerk forward, dragged toward something, out of the darkness.

When my eyes open, I find myself in a familiar room.

This ceiling…I’ve seen it before.

I try to move, but I feel so weak.

Where am I?

There’s something cuddled by my side, and my eyes move to my left. I see a small wolf cub sleeping.

“Finn?” I struggle to speak, and my voice is scratchy.

My son starts, and then he sits up on his hind legs, staring at me. Before I can try to say anything else, he throws his head back and starts howling at the top of his lungs.

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