The bracelet worked exactly as I knew it would. Isabel's eyes lit up with that familiar glow of satisfaction, the one that told me she'd already forgiven whatever transgression I'd committed. Women like her were predictable in the best way—show them they mattered through expensive gestures, and they melted. She was a spoiled alpha's daughter after all.
I fastened the clasp around her delicate wrist, watching how the diamonds caught the light. She deserved pretty things. Deserved to be spoiled and appreciated, unlike the burden waiting for me at home.
"It's perfect," she breathed, admiring how the platinum complemented her skin.
"You're perfect." I pulled her against me, lips finding that spot below her ear that always made her shiver. "And I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that."
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