TRISTAN
“I’ll just eat and we’ll leave,” I said, forcing the words out. My voice was flat, heavy, and dragging. My mood had died the moment Yelena walked out of that restaurant with that fool beside her. Every thought I had for business was gone. All I felt was anger sitting in my chest like fire.
I should’ve left. I really should’ve walked out and gone home. But I hadn’t eaten anything since morning and my wolf was already restless. If I ignored him much longer, he would end up tearing my heart and start eating it. Sometimes hunger made the wolf eat your mind before your stomach.
“But why are you so worked up over her, brother?” Marie asked. “Did you not divorce her for… Livia?”
Her voice was like claws dragging on stone. The moment she mentioned Livia, something snapped inside me. I
