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e living room. They were cold, impersonal, the kind of

uses for his wife after

in my lap. My fingers traced the

echoed off the marble floors and vaulted ceilings, a constant

lled my hands for a fraction of a second, then smoothly

Carter pack. He looked every bit the part, with his dark hai

rought something

sc

lleague. It was sweet. Overpowering. Vanilla and something floral, an Omeg

chest intensified, a primal rejection of the

holstered sofa, the sound unnaturally

aid it. "Kyla, w

gaze when he finally dared to meet it. I gave him nothing. No tears, no accusations. Jus

habit I knew well. "I've fallen

like a shield.

ice. The name wasn't a surprise. I'd seen the lingering glances, heard the whispers

nted a scene, something to validate his decision, to paint me

dilated, and there was a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his hands-the kind I'd seen before in wolves who'd been d

fidelity in the sacred cloak of destiny. It was the ultim

ept

steady, devoid of the tremor

ing a wave of his Alpha aura, trying to force me into submission. It pressed down on me, h

his voice dropping to a low, formal tone.

Carter Pack, reject you, Kyla

erupted in my chest, radiating through every nerve in my body. It was the sever

ht to stay upright. My vision swam with black spots. Through the haze of agony, I

ired my respons

wound. Let him wonder. Let him fear, just for a moment, that I might refuse-that I might trap him in this half-dead bond forever, a ghost haunting the edges of

nez, accept yo

thread connecting us snapped. The pain subsided into a d

s came a strange sens

dy. I needed to leave. To pack. To get out

out as I turned towar

, my bac

papers drawn up. You can move out

he said, his tone condescendingly magnanimous. "After the divorce,

fter tearing my soul apart, he was offering me a job

since he'd walked in, a genuine expression crossed m

over the ridiculously expensive art on the walls, the sterile furniture

had honed during my years as a rogue. "My work sav

the air, watching his co

widening into a predatory baring of teeth,

I allowed myself one last glance into the living room. My eyes fell on a dusty, forgotten folder on a side table. It

bothered to read pa

who he had ju

s about t