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Chapter 1

Cherry
I let myself in, noticing Dylan’s keys in the bowl on the table. My heart punched my chest like a jackhammer, overreacting to the fact that he was home. I dropped my own keys in the bowl with a clatter. A moment later, Dylan’s study door opened.
Dylan filled the doorway. His shoulders were so broad they almost touched both sides of the frame, and he seemed to loom over me, even with the long hallway between us. I always felt overwhelmed by his presence. His dark eyes found me in the low light, and I fought to conceal how much his stare affected me. His strong features were so handsome, filled with all the rugged beauty of the Moon God that only our pack’s most talented artists could hope to imbue their sculptures with. I felt Dylan’s pull on me like I did the full moon.
I wanted to go to him. My lips prickled as if telling me to use them as I wanted to. “Kiss him,” they seemed to whisper.
If only...
Instead, I stated the obvious, “You’re home.”
He frowned. “Thought you were Bert.” At the confusion on my face, he added, “He borrowed the truck. He’s posting the keys through.”
I nodded, trying to keep the disappointment out of my expression. Of course, Dylan hadn’t voluntarily left his study to say hello to me. I tried not to feel too jealous that he had more time for Bert, his Beta, and his friend than he did for me.
I kept my tone casual as I suggested, “I’m gonna open a bottle. Want a drink?”
His dark eyebrows dragged together, “No thanks, I’ve got a fair bit to do before I finish up tonight.” Withdrawing, his study door clicked shut behind him.
And just like that, the space that had seemed so full of his presence was empty.
Disappointment fluttered in my chest. But, with a deep breath, I reminded myself that he had to work hard. After all, he was the Alpha-in-training of our pack, Starsmoon, and an Alpha’s job was never done.
Hell, I understood the workload Dylan was under, given that I’d spent the last year shadowing his mom, Heather, the Luna of Starsmoon. Most days, I helped her with her duties. When I’d started learning my future role as Luna, I’d been surprised at the amount of necessary work Heather did in the background. Daily, she’d have pack members to visit who were ill or having a personal problem; nothing was too great or too small for her. She made sure she knew what was going on in the lives of all her pack members. She also spent a lot of time with outreach work in the local community. She’d schooled me in the necessity that the pack had a strong cohesion with the local community, too. Being shifters, we had a real need for seclusion once a month while we shifted, but it was vital that the small town didn’t get suspicious of us, so we had to ensure we didn’t isolate ourselves from it either.
I’d always respected Heather as our pack’s Luna, and I’d been impressed and inspired by how caring she was with the human community in the area. Most days, I attended a church, community center, youth club, school, or library event with her, readying myself for the role of Luna that would one day be mine.
Wandering into my bedroom, I got out the cushion covers I’d made at my dad’s house in Seattle. They were white with a pattern of delicate cherry blossoms scattered across them. I’d made them for the living-room. It always made me feel better to design and make something with my namesake on it: Cherry. My mom started the tradition. She always enjoyed getting me things with cherries on them. I remembered how she’d enjoyed surprising me with things, dresses, teddies, blankets, anything that was awash with the shiny red fruit. I felt as if I could still hear her joyful whisper in my ear, “For my Cherry.”
A stab of longing swept through me. My mom had passed away a couple of years ago when I was sixteen. It was only a year and a half later that the Starsmoon Alpha and Luna brought me here to the small town of Lord Hill, where Dylan lived. To live with my… mate. Our Alpha and Luna, Dylan’s parents, had long foreseen that Dylan and I were destined for each other. They’d told both Dylan and me when he was in his teens, and I was eleven, that the shifter Moon God, Nuu-Chah, had guided them with a vision that we belonged together.
We were fated mates. A pang of frustration swooped through me—fated mates who barely spoke to each other. We didn’t even share a bedroom. I looked around my room, at the double bed, wardrobe, and vanity table, filled with only my things.
His mom and dad had wanted us to live together to get to know each other properly before we were officially joined together during our Moon Ceremony. When I’d first moved in, Dylan had been the one to suggest we have separate rooms. At the time, I’d thought he was being a real gentleman. But almost a year on, our Moon Ceremony likely not far off, and our separate rooms hadn’t changed.

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Chapter 2

Cherry
Worry crept through me. For what must have been the thousandth time, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. Dylan hadn’t shown any sign of being attracted to me. He didn’t seem remotely interested in me like that. He hadn’t even kissed me, and we’d lived together for a whole year.
Heat flushed over my skin as one of my common fantasies played through my thoughts: Dylan’s tall, muscular form pushing through my bedroom door, his dark eyes claiming mine before he took me in his arms and kissed me. But that’s where the fantasy petered out as it so often did. After all, I didn’t have much experience in that department. Who was I trying to fool? I didn’t have any sexual experience.
Nothing.
Helplessness whirled through me. The truth was, since being told by our Alpha and Luna that Dylan was my fated mate, I’d grown up with the idea that things between us would just happen. It’s not that I’d intentionally kept myself for Dylan, but I suppose, looking back when I’d fantasized about kissing someone, and then whenever I pleasured myself it was always Dylan I pictured.
Frustrated, I stole out of my room and into the kitchen, turning on the light. The days were only just beginning to lengthen as spring sprung. But soon, the days would be longer, and there’d be more time in the evenings for Dylan and me to spend quality time together. The thought renewed the bounce in my step.
I got out the Instant Pot and decided to make Dylan’s favorite. After searing the meat, I popped it into the cooker. As I went about seasoning the meat and the rich smell filled the kitchen, fondness pulsed through me. I had gotten to know Dylan more over the last year. I knew his favorite dinner, movie, and sports but was that enough? Shame twisted through me.
Quashing my worries down, I busied myself with prepping the rest of dinner, peeling spuds and carrots, putting them on the boil, then making a rich stock for the lamb to stew in. I made sure I’d cooked enough for three. If Bert, Dylan’s Beta, was dropping off keys, there was a high likelihood he’d be staying for dinner. I smiled, thinking of the easy-going shifter, who had a habit of visiting around meal times. He was only a couple of years older than me, so we’d been friends as pups. As young kids, we’d had the same lessons together in the pack, then been at high school to sit our exams. Bert was how I’d first gotten to know Dylan; the friend we’d had in common.
The best times for Dylan and I still seemed to be when Bert was over, having dinner with us, or watching a movie. Occasionally, when our friend was around, Dylan seemed to forget his coldness that he seemed hell-bent on giving me and would be kinder and perhaps even crack a smile. But it never lasted.
As I finished cooking, I glanced at the clock—6:30 pm. I didn’t want to disturb Dylan’s workflow. It wasn’t that late, and he’d said there was a lot to finish. I settled for pouring myself a glass of wine and set the cooker and oven on low to keep things warm. I retreated to the living-room to wait for him.
Turning on the lamps, I sat in the corner of the leather couch. I had attempted to make the room cozier over the last year. I’d added some warmth by making the colorful curtains cream with pastel trimming. As I sipped my wine, I remembered the cushion covers I’d finished. Getting them, I had soon scattered the previously bare leather couch with my completed creations. Seeing the finished products in their intended place made me pleased with my afternoon’s work at my dad’s house. I could have moved my sewing machine here, but having it at my dad’s meant that whenever I had a creative project to work on, I got to visit him. He worked for the pack still, but he often worked from home. After I’d moved out, I knew he appreciated my visits, especially since my mom had passed away.
Admiring how the delicate textiles complimented the angular lines of the couch, I wondered whether Dylan would notice. He’d said I could change whatever I wanted in this room, the kitchen, and my bedroom. The exceptions were his room and the study. Gradually, the house had been softened. As I took another sip of wine, my thoughts fell again to wondering whether Dylan’s sharp edges, so prickly towards me, might not be similarly softened in time.
As if conjured by my thoughts, the sound of footsteps in the hall announced him. My heart quickened. I took another sip of wine, my throat suddenly dry.
“Great timing, dinner’s ready,” I said as Dylan joined me.
His dark eyebrows dragged together, “Oh… I’m not very hungry. I had a big lunch.” As if he could see my disappointment, he threw out another excuse, “Besides, I’m kinda snowed under with pack stuff.”
He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water. He mumbled, “Better get back to it.”
His footfalls disappeared, and the emptiness he left behind seemed to ring through me. My appetite vanished too, but not wanting to waste food, I forced myself to fill a plate. But with only the sound of my scraping cutlery to keep me company, loneliness settled on me, feeling as thick and inevitable as the night.

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Chapter 3

Dylan
I clicked the door shut to my study, running my hands through my hair in exasperation.
Exasperation at Cherry, at myself, at this whole god-damned situation. For a moment, guilt kept me at the door. I thought of Cherry perched on a bar stool, eating alone in the kitchen. Her grey eyes washed-out and picking daintily at her meal. I almost went back. Almost.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care about her. She was…
What is she?
The truth was I didn’t know anymore. But the hopefulness in Cherry’s tone as she’d said dinner was ready had knotted my stomach. It wasn’t at the thought of her cooking.
Her food is always bloody delicious.
I knew part of me would regret not sitting down for a bite. But it was what lurked beneath that simple offer of food. An important part of the mating bond was a mate’s desire to nourish the other. The more frequently I gave in to her cooking and ate with her, the more chance there was for the bond that was destined to exist between us to grow.
No doubt, it was partly why my parents had Cherry move in with me as soon as she turned of age. I stifled a groan as I thought of my mom and dad before going to my desk and collapsing in my chair. I opened up my laptop and booted it up. My parents were such self-righteous asses. I loved them and respected them, not just as parents but as Alpha and Luna, too. But what they’d done to me in this matter was a bitter pill to swallow.
At seventeen, they’d told me Cherry, and I were fated mates. Of course, my dad had laughed at my disbelieving expression, telling me I’d feel differently when the girl became a woman. Just wait, he’d told me, with all the self-assurance of an Alpha, blessed by the Moon God, Nuu-Chah. As well as all the confidence of his own lived experience. After all, my mom and dad were fated mates themselves. But the difference was my mom had come from another pack, and she hadn’t met my dad until they were both in their early twenties. It was a completely different story to how things stood between Cherry and me.
Maybe it was the age difference. Maybe it was my disbelief. Maybe it was the congratulatory way with which my father told me about my mate’s existence as if he’d done me a great service in finding her. But most of all, the feeling that had stayed with me since I was seventeen was anger.
When I’d been seventeen and told the exciting news, I and the other teens in my pack were attending a local high school in Seattle to take our exams. It was my first real taste of freedom, away from Lord Hills and the watchful eye of my father, the Starsmoon Alpha. And the space and freedom thrilled me.
So far, my parents have only shared the news about my future mate with me. It hadn’t been publicized to the pack at large yet. So, as heir to the Starsmoon Alphahood and with my strength and good looks, it hadn’t been hard to capture the interest of one of the female shifters in my year. It started as an act of rebellion. Each time I stole away with the female to a hidden spot on the school grounds, I felt electrified. I was doing what I wanted.
I remembered how our make-out sessions underneath the bleachers had quickly escalated to driving out to more secluded spots. It had felt exhilarating. We’d got intoxicated on each other alone, our kisses becoming petting until we’d been in the backseat of my car fucking. And our secret meet-ups had continued for months. I’d ended up liking the girl—a lot.
Emily. Her name was Emily.
I told Emily to keep our relationship secret. At first, because I didn’t want something that was so enjoyable to end. Then, I realized that the idea of my parents finding out about her worried me. What would they do if they found out about her? I made Emily swear again and again she wouldn’t tell anyone about what we were doing.
Bu the beautiful, kissable girl hadn’t been able to hold her tongue. When my father found out, Emily was sent away. And so, I hadn’t clapped eyes on her since I was seventeen. With his Alpha’s command, my father forbade me from even looking for her. I’m bound by my oath to never look for her.
So, that’s that.
Disappointment swirled through me as I numbly clicked open an email about pack business: something to do with the pack’s boundaries along one of the ranches in Lord Hill.
As I half-heartedly read the email, my thoughts fell to how my own life felt so stuffed-full of boundaries. I tapped the desk with my fingertips restlessly, aware that I’d hardly been home half an hour and already felt as if the walls were closing in. The longer I spent here with Cherry, the further away that sense of possibility I’d felt with Emily slipped away. Was the excitement I experienced back then something that was simply gone from my life? Could I ever feel it with Cherry?

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