Robert Montgomery POV:
I don’t think Charlotte knows how she looks right now.
There is devastation in her eyes, a terrible grief that has my wolf twisting in worry and stress.
“Engaged?” I stared at her, shocked by her words.
“Doreen Baxter,” she whispers. “Your fiancée. She showed up at the cafe just after you left. She wanted to put me in my place as the dirty w***e who touched her soon-to-be mate.”
“Charlotte—”
“When were you going to tell me about Doreen, Robert?” Her voice was quiet. “When was it time for you to do your duty to the pack?”
“Char—”
She takes a step toward me, and now I see the rage in her eyes. “I’m so sick of people throwing me away. I don’t know why I thought you were different. "I don’t know why I believed all that garbage you spout every day. "I should have
