Devon’s POV
I woke with sunlight spilling in through the tall windows of the Presidential Suite.
Eleanor was still beside me, her face resting gently on my chest, her breathing soft and even. She looked peaceful, elegant, and even. Everything about her was serene.
But I wasn't.
My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface.
Not because of her.
Because of him.
Jimmie.
I swallowed tightly, my hand brushing over Eleanor’s bare shoulder. She didn’t stir. I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts a churning storm. Who would’ve thought that just yesterday I was lying cold… lifeless… moments from slipping away forever?
They always said wolves who are rejected by their fated mates either go mad or… die.
I’d heard of it before, whispers, old stories. Wolves who rejected their mates... the pai
