Wolves only have one mate in their lifetime.
Once they lose them, loving again becomes almost impossible.
But what happens when the woman who captures a broken Alpha's heart carries something that belongs to his past?
Raynee Monterey was given a sec...
This story was originally written in 2023 in my native language and is now being translated into English chapter by chapter. English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, awkward phrasing, or imperfections you may come across during the translation process.
I would also like to mention that Golden Heart was not written with the help of AI. The original story was created entirely by me in 2023, long before I had access to or used any AI tools. Every character, plot twist, emotional moment, and chapter came from my own imagination and love for storytelling.
The English version is simply my attempt to share this story with a wider audience and with readers from around the world.
Thank you for your patience, support, and understanding as I work on bringing Aren's and Raynee's journey to life in another language.
I hope you enjoy reading Golden Heart as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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I feel my body relax slightly as the small portion of stress I allow myself to release every other day finally slips away. The rest remains locked deep inside, sealed behind walls I refuse to let crack open to the light.
Her head hangs low as her body tightens around me. I don't care about anything anymore as I spill myself into her for who knows how many times today.
Neither of us truly cares. We are nothing more than two strangers who willingly agreed to spend an entire day tangled in sex. Truthfully, she agreed before I ever asked or demanded anything of her. I told her exactly what she was getting into. If she came back to my den with me, she likely wouldn't leave until dawn. That's simply how it is and how it will remain until something changes in my life.
And I'm certain that won't happen anytime soon.
Nothing will change.
Nothing in this world can bring about that kind of change. Nothing can return a soul once it's gone. Nothing can shape living flesh from ashes.
Life took away the one thing I loved most and left me with emptiness.
The light is gone. There is nothing left for me.
"I'll never forget this day. I swear it," she says, collapsing onto the bed, exhausted but smiling. Her makeup has long since smeared, and her skin glistens with sweat. Her scent fills my lungs, but it doesn't stir a thing inside me. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you?" she asks, running her hands over her bare breasts.
