Amelia's POV
I watch Elsa move through the pack house and feel a chill run down my spine. Every step she takes, every glance she gives Ryan, seems calculated. She wants to remind him, remind everyone, that she was here first, that she held his heart completely. Ryan and I play our roles perfectly. For the pack, for the children, we appear to be the perfect couple. Smiles exchanged in front of the triplets, hands brushing together as if nothing was wrong, soft words whispered where anyone could see it’s all an act. Deep down, I know we aren’t in love. Yes, we have a mate bond, but both of us are cautious of love. Both of us have been bitten in the ass previously. Elsa’s return unsettles everything. Her story about memory loss and wandering alone for years is suspicious, too neat, too rehe
