My Mate Killed My Dog For His Lover

for Chloe Lynn burn

iles Benedict, had my dog-my comp

to Miles five times, savoring his unhing

ought Chloe

nd, her voice ice-cold. "You're nothing but the Lynn

ght, I v

up at a gala in my father'

ss my shirt. "Well, look who it i

er his head. "Five years, and you still haven't

scream

arking at me. "Who the hell are you?

at me. "He's the chosen mate of the Lynn Business she-

s Chloe's heart. Everyone knows she's crazy for her mate. If Miles so much as b

s soft and let you slide. Don't think I'm scared of you now! You're just a dog Chloe kept in

e'd raised him well. The wolf who used to stammer "Mr. Dawn" in my prese

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lass on the floor, bent down, and picked up a jagged

ou too much credit. What's that?" I eyed his gut, dragging the shard from his face down

ne could react, I raised the shard

cream piercing my ears, followed by Mile

nd and stabbed him over and over, he'd worn that

. A familiar, long-lost

haven't learned your plac

own or submit. The fire in my blood roared. I gripped the shard tighter, feeling it bite into m

her arm. Blood spraye