That night, Charles bursts in and barks at the staff to start packing.
“Today’s mess was a one-off,” he says, jaw tight as he fixes me with a sharp glare. “I was just mopping up your mess, Isabel. No more petty jealousy, no more careless schemes.”
He pauses, voice hardening.
“Colette’s upset—she needs someone to lean on. I’ll stay with her a few days. Don’t fret—I won’t tie myself to her, and I won’t be alone with her. The cubs will be there, too.”
Sure, he won't bind with her—he already has twin pups with her.
Just one big happy pack of four, basking in their perfect little world.
Fine by me. I'm happy to be left alone.
The day the bond-breaking papers take effect finally comes.
I hold the certificate in my hands, feeling like I've just woken up from a long, twisted dream. As I'm
