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She had come all the way up here with the intention of seducing a Lycan prince by disguising herself as a Lycan. Only, she had ended up being my mate for real because the moon goddess had a f*****g twisted sense of humor.
She was just like all the other women who tried to have me in bed just to be a part of Lycan royalty.
My rage knew no bounds. So, I tossed her out like the trash she was.
I made a decision then. I wouldn’t hide the truth from Miranda. I would come clean and apologize to her. If she could find it in her heart to forgive me then maybe, just maybe, our engagement was still salvageable.
I returned to the room to get my things only to hear Ivie’s phone buzzing.
After hearing the messages Mia had left for Ivie, I lost my cool for the second time in a span of hours.
The Shadow Pack was going to make my mate a breeder.
My mate.
I saw red. Lying scheming omega or not, she was mine, yet they dared think they could use her as a pack breeder?
I dialed Miranda in seconds.
“I found my mate,” I informed her before breaking off our engagement.
My engagement with the woman of my dreams. The woman who had stolen my heart from the moment we met with a daring glance across the room, her wit and compassion.
Then I went after Ivie knowing full well I would never truly accept her. The manipulative omega had approached me on purpose and quite possibly left her phone behind on purpose as well.
But the fact was that I had a duty to her, and I would fulfill it.
As I went through the file that Aiden sent me, I felt a rage similar to the one I felt when I discovered the Shadow Pack's plan to make Ivie a breeder.
She’d gotten married to some human after leaving me. He was the man standing next to her in the picture where she wore that damn green dress.
According to the file, he’d died leaving Westfield for her as well as a ton of money. He was the reason she wore black now. To mourn him.
“Black suits you.” I had told her like a fool when she had been wearing it for another man.
My entire body trembled with rage when my phone buzzed with a reminder from Aiden.
“Prince Dante, Mr. Wallace is at the diner.”
How could I have forgotten?
This meeting had been in the works for nearly six months, yet it had all slipped my mind because of Ivie.
I was mated to Miranda yet the thought that Ivie had married someone else was slowly driving me insane.
She was mine.
No. She wasn't.
But still, how could she marry someone else?
I arrived at the diner in the foulest of moods.
“My apologies for the delay,” I told Wallace, trying my best not to let my irritation show.
Wallace shrugged like it was nothing despite the fact I knew his schedule was even tighter than mine.
“The hazards of business,” he said gruffly.
I stepped into the diner, Wallace at my side. But I paused instantly when I walked in, suddenly assaulted by the strong fragrance of Ivie’s scent.
Just a whiff of that tantalizing mix of vanilla with floral notes edged with Ivie’s unique sensual scent had a pang of need and desire racing through me.
It was easy to spot her, they were the only other people in the diner, and when I did, my rage doubled.
Ivie wasn't alone. She was sitting with Jordan Orion.
My cousin and the likely candidate the council wanted to replace me with as heir to the Lycan kingdom.
As though Ivie could feel my gaze on her, she stiffened. But she didn't turn away from Jordan.
The staff escorted Wallace and me to our seats, but I barely heard them, barely heard anything at all that Wallace was saying.
Ivie was wearing black again but instead of the corporate affair she had worn to the gala, this one clung to her curves almost downright sinfully even though it was floor length.
Between that and her hair artfully arranged in curls that spilled down her back, it was obvious what this was.
Ivie was on a date.
Jealousy entwined with rage sat heavy in my chest.
Ivie was laughing at some nonsense Jordan was saying. I had never seen her smile before, much less laugh.
She kept smiling at Jordan and it took everything in me not to stand up and go over to their table to ask what was so damn funny.
Wallace was saying something about foreign reserves when Ivie stood up from the table heading in the direction of the restrooms.
I should have concluded my meeting with Wallace, sealed my deal and f*****g left but before I could decide, Jordan caught my gaze easily across the room before raising a glass to me, a smile on his face.
He knew I had been watching them the entire time.
The little s**t.
I would rearrange his face for him but before then Ivie and I would have a word.
“Please excuse me,” I told Wallace, not waiting for his response before heading to the restroom area. I knew I was being rude, but I was in a hurry.
I arrived just in time to see Ivie stepping out of the ladies’ restroom.
I had her up against a wall in seconds, my hands on either side of her, caging her in even as her body pressed up delectably against mine.
“You came out on a date with another Lycan?” I demanded; my eyes fixed on hers.
Those green eyes I had thought way too much about fixed on me with a hateful glare. She looked down at my hands keeping her in place then back to my face.
“Get your hands off me, Mr. Orion.”
Orion. Orion. Orion.
I was sick of Ivie using my surname. I wanted to hear her say my name. Scream it.
My jaw clenched and unclenched.
“Did you really get married to another man?”
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