I spent the whole night slumped against the study door, a crushing weight settling over my chest as though a boulder rested there. Slowly, methodically, I pieced together every memory, every inconsistency, every quiet lie stretching back over these years.
By dawn, the pain had burned itself out, leaving me cold and clear and numb. I picked up my phone with steady hands and contacted a werewolf attorney to begin proceedings to dissolve our bond.
I instructed him to make a full accounting of our shared property, since the greater part of Darius' wealth had been built up during those three years with my help and effort, and I intended to take every bit of what was mine.
Just then, a message arrived from my private investigator, Mr. Wood.
Mr. Wood: Seren, confirmed. The Alpha was
