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Alpha Heir's Reclaimed Bond

The ornate invitation felt heavier than it should in my trembling hands. Golden script danced across cream-colored paper, each letter perfectly formed in elegant calligraphy that screamed wealth and privilege. "Luna Julissa White of the Shadowcrest Pack requests the healing services of Emily Turner for her beloved companion, Max. Payment: $50,000 upon successful completion." Fifty thousand dollars. The exact amount Charles and I needed to finally pay off his parents' remaining medical debts. After seven long years of scraping together every penny from my healer's assistant wages, this single job would free us from the financial burden that had defined our relationship. "This is it, Em." Charles's warm breath tickled my ear as he read over my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. "Once you heal Luna Julissa's wolf, we'll finally be debt-free. We can start planning our future properly—maybe even think about the marking ceremony." My heart fluttered at his words. The marking ceremony.
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The ornate invitation felt heavier than it should in my trembling hands. Golden script danced across cream-colored paper, each letter perfectly formed in elegant calligraphy that screamed wealth and privilege.

"Luna Julissa White of the Shadowcrest Pack requests the healing services of Emily Turner for her beloved companion, Max. Payment: $50,000 upon successful completion."

Fifty thousand dollars. The exact amount Charles and I needed to finally pay off his parents' remaining medical debts. After seven long years of scraping together every penny from my healer's assistant wages, this single job would free us from the financial burden that had defined our relationship.

"This is it, Em." Charles's warm breath tickled my ear as he read over my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind. "Once you heal Luna Julissa's wolf, we'll finally be debt-free. We can start planning our future properly—maybe even think about the marking ceremony."

My heart fluttered at his words. The marking ceremony. After all these years of waiting, of proving my worth despite being wolfless, Charles was finally ready to make our bond official. I leaned back into his solid chest, breathing in his familiar scent of pine and morning rain.

"Are you sure I'm qualified for this?" I asked, studying the invitation again. "Luna Julissa could afford any healer in the region. Why specifically request me?"

Charles pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head. "Because you're the best, even if you don't have a wolf. Your healing touch is legendary in our pack. Remember how you saved Elder Morrison when even Dr. Hayes said there was no hope?"

I did remember. The elderly wolf had been dying from a rare blood poison, and somehow my hands had drawn the toxins from his system when traditional medicine failed. It was moments like those that made me believe I had value, even without an inner wolf to guide me.

"The Shadowcrest Pack territory is two hours away," I murmured, tracing the embossed pack seal with my fingertip. "I'll need to stay overnight to complete the healing ritual properly."

"I know it's far, but think about it—this one job pays more than you make in an entire year." Charles's voice carried that excited edge it always got when discussing money. "My parents have been struggling with those medical bills for so long. This will finally give them the peace they deserve."

Guilt twisted in my stomach. Charles's parents had been battling various illnesses for years, requiring expensive treatments and specialized care. As their son's mate, I'd taken on the responsibility of helping with their medical expenses, working double shifts and taking on every healing assignment I could find. It was exhausting, but seeing the relief in Charles's eyes whenever I handed over another payment made every sleepless night worth it.

"When do I need to leave?" I asked, already mentally preparing my healing supplies.

"Tomorrow morning. Luna Julissa's assistant said Max's condition is deteriorating rapidly. They need you there by noon to begin the ritual." Charles turned me in his arms, his green eyes serious. "Emily, I know this has been hard on you—all the work, the sacrifices. But after tomorrow, everything changes. We'll finally have the life we've dreamed of."

I nodded, pushing down the small voice in my head that wondered why Charles never offered to help with his own parents' bills. He was a Beta, after all, with a decent salary from his pack duties. But I'd learned not to question these things. Charles had his reasons, and questioning him only led to arguments that left me feeling guilty and selfish.

"I should start packing," I said, pulling away from his embrace. "I'll need my full healing kit for something this important."

"That's my girl." Charles's smile was warm, but something flickered in his eyes—something I couldn't quite identify. "I'll drive you to the territory border tomorrow. Can't have my mate traveling alone to such an exclusive pack."

As I gathered my supplies that evening, carefully packing each herb and crystal in protective cloth, I couldn't shake the feeling that this assignment was different somehow. Maybe it was the generous payment, or the way the invitation had been hand-delivered by a Shadowcrest messenger rather than sent through normal pack channels.

Or maybe it was the strange dreams I'd been having lately—flashes of golden light and a voice calling my name that sounded hauntingly familiar.

I shook my head, dismissing the foolish thoughts. Tomorrow would mark the end of our financial struggles and the beginning of the future Charles and I had worked so hard to build. Whatever nervousness I felt was just pre-assignment jitters.

After all, what could possibly go wrong with one simple healing ritual?

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