"Eleanor, you...you—"
"What? Spit it out."
Seeing Carl this mad, the frustration Eleanor had been bottling up for years finally exploded.
"If Alpha Carl drops dead from anger, great. But even if you do, it's Katherine's funeral arrangements to worry about, not mine."
Carl was on the verge of losing it. How the hell did this woman get so sharp?
Or maybe she'd always been like this, and it just took a divorce for her true colors to come out.
"Nice. Real nice," he sneered.
Eleanor nodded with a shrug. "I think so too. Guess I was blind before. But hey, good news—turns out eyesight's treatable."
"Right... and now you're seeing things clearly?" Carl stared her down, cold and bitter, itching to drag her over and knock some sense into her.
But then he remembered the O
