Back in my room, I slid down the cold surface of the door until I hit the floor.
My phone screen dimmed, then brightened, then dimmed again.
That news headline glared back, a brand seared into my vision.
My finger hovered over the screen, trembling slightly. I couldn't bring myself to tap it.
I was terrified.
Terrified of seeing a photo of him with some stunning, elegant woman on his arm—a supermodel or a socialite.
Terrified of confirming the cruelest truth: that I had been utterly betrayed and discarded by my own mate.
For wolves, loyalty to one's mate is an instinct carved into bone and blood.
This kind of betrayal was a soul-rending agony, far worse than any physical wound.
I stayed like that, frozen, long into the night, slowly turning to stone.
I'd thrown my phone to t
