The Wife He Gave Away Became the Alpha's Only Weakness

he car engine. That's the stup

e they sat in the trunk. And he handed m

nodded at all the right people and kept his shirts ironed and listened to him talk about alliances.

even carry

enemy territory. Actual mud. It sucke

a thing.

hout looking back. Not once. His shoes making that soft soun

aking so hard I couldn't stop it. I kept thinking if

tay broken right there in that mud. Ju

Idiot. He never could add right.

t blink, whatever. The kind of story you tell pups to make them behave. And I was standing in his

d. Big. Like way too big for a

e cam

son he was - he was just big. Shoulders wide and his t-shirt was dark grey and I coul

d I should have been too. My kne

the mud with my bags. And he didn't see a burden. That was the w

urb in my head says he saw a ghost that looked like vengeance

cold,"

First thing h

t what are you doin

f wet wool from my sweater was driving me crazy

y voice cracked. So m

took the heavier bag. The one with the broke

me. "I'm not fine. He just - he traded

errupt rude. Just quiet. "I know w

ame. He said

ke that in a long time. No

a scoff. And I saw the Alpha's head twitch.

With my bag. And I just stood there

want to keep standing in the mud s

cameras. Of course it does. M

Handle was cold now. Not

es squelched. Every st

od smoke and coffee and something else, something like - lik

e. He stayed a step away. But his eyes were heavy. T

ft. Shower's hot," he said. "Do

ight. What kind of

g mud on his floor. My old life in tw

d he gets from this place. Let him try to claw back what h

in

s staring at my wet sweater like I'm