Gwen
“Don’t get too comfy there!” I heard Tristan say while I was naked in his bed.
Tristan was busy reading a book in ancient Latin, and I couldn’t help but stare. He looked so delicious. I wanted to eat him up before going back to my husband. Four years ago, before my husband left on business, he was supposed to disable my husband’s power of high strength and healing. Despite his spell, he’s still alive and not six feet under. If my husband had kicked the bucket that evening, I might have had a better shot at snatching the pack and taking charge of Nick in the midst of his sorrow. I still had the power to move funds to different places and set my next plan up. Killing my son was the last thing I wanted, but I’d do it if I had to. I only needed one wolf to get what I needed and I wou
