"I'm Vieva, his fiancée."
He had a life and Irabel only wanted revenge, so why in the world did she want to claw the other woman's eyes out so bad?
Disappointed in herself, Irabel stared at the ceiling. The bed was as warm and comfortable as her own used to be back in her father's castle, but Irabel hadn't enjoyed that comfort even after not having had that in her mother's pack. It was only the first day, a stupid dinner and yet she had behaved more like a love sick puppy than someone out for revenge. She blew out a breath before turning on her side and facing the bare wall. How pathetic could she be? Mate bond or not, she hadn’t expected that she’d willingly ditch her plan to make Maxith pay for his crimes at the first available opportunity.
Last night was a disaster. Knowing she would
