Betrayed By My Husband, Craved By The Alpha King

Chapter 8

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a's

place called "The Bluebird Cafe," known as neutral territory in the human world,

what to expect during the meeting with David. But my mind was

reat I couldn't comprehend. That foolish thought of using him was g

ecided," I told Chloe. "I'm giving this back to

his motives are, getting entangled wit

cing. How could I return it without walkin

bell above the

up casuall

ple black turtleneck and dark trousers. The look was less severe, more of a

, grabbing a menu and holding it up to cover my

loe asked, noticin

ered frantically. "Aiden

through a gap in my menu-shield

I asked, my voice

heading to the counter to

in place. My plan was simple: become invisible, wai

zed loudly on the table. It was David, the

clearly audible in the quiet cafe. "Yes, David, we'r

ew the attention of som

arp, penetrating gaze that loc

king certainty, th

ame time. She shot me an apologetic

er facing the gallows

inst the counter, a cup of black coffee in his hand. A s

floor to swal

ze, saw me, and then said som

the counter and started walk

eaped into

"You know, Elara, David said there are some papers I need to sign

rrying away with a final, "good-luck-you'

her, betrayed a

me. He pulled out the chair Chloe had just vacated and sat

feline purr that sent a shiver down my

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Betrayed By My Husband, Craved By The Alpha King

Blake Jewell Werewolf

“For three years, I was nothing more than a "wolfless" charity case to my husband, Garrett Miller. At the annual Pack summit, he left me to be mocked by the crowd while he schmoozed. But when I went looking for him, I found him in a dark corridor, passionately making out with my best friend, Leah. When I went home to pack my bags and leave, his mother physically blocked the door, slapping me with insults before dramatically faking a heart attack on the lawn to frame me. Garrett immediately rushed to her side, pointing a furious finger at me. "If anything happens to my mother, I swear to God, Elara, I will destroy you!" He didn't care about the video of his infidelity I showed him; he only refused to let me go because his massive family inheritance legally required him to stay married to me. For three years, I endured a sexless, loveless marriage, believing his coldness was my fault for not having a wolf. I couldn't fathom how a man's love could be so cheap, or how a family could be so sickeningly built on lies and manipulation. But I was done playing the dutiful, pathetic wife. I gripped the obsidian token the Alpha King had secretly slipped into my hand, called the most ruthless divorce lawyer in New York, and prepared to take every single penny they owned.”