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Sometimes you had to choose the lesser of two evils and right now that was the chameleon. He was dressed casually in a pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt where chibi Deadpool and Groot from the Marvel comics were wearing onesies that looked like each other. Right now he looked like the sort of person she enjoyed hanging out with but looks could be deceiving. You can’t judge a book by its cover indeed. “Nice shirt,” Lily told him. Mark looked down as if he had forgotten what he was wearing and laughed. “Thanks. It showed up in a F******k ad and I couldn’t resist getting it.”

No matter how hard life was, we still have each other. Until I mentioned that I wanted to leave the pack and didn't want to be an alpha. My father scolded me harshly. In his eyes, any dreams of kids are inferior to the responsibility of leading the clan. But a teenager who has lived in a pack for 18 years can only see shackles and boredom. We argued badly that day. As result, I came to live in a big city myself. My father was so disappointed in me that he refused to let anyone come to me. So I lost words with them after that. Four years later, I received a call from my uncle Tony: Nat, we need you back, your father is missing.

I immediately called him back, thinking he needed my help with something. "Chloe. Did you get the picture I sent?" His voice was a low rumble. I put him on speaker and opened my texts. There it was. A shirtless selfie he'd clearly just taken in what looked like his home office. He was leaning back in his chair, his chest and abs on full display, his hand resting low on his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers. It was blatant, arrogant, and unbelievably hot. "Oh my god, Mark!" I gasped. "That's so... what if someone sees this?"

Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead. So the signs had been there all along. An Alpha having his mate bond severed was a major event for any pack. Overnight, Marcus was pushed straight into the center of public scrutiny. Even his mother called him, insisting that both families sit down together to discuss the fallout from the broken bond. The atmosphere at home was stifling. Marcus's parents were visibly unhappy. My own parents were no better, hurling curses my way. They called me shameless, saying I was dead weight.