"You have some nerve," Aurora said, throwing herself up from the bed. Grabbing a throw blanket from the back of the sofa in Charles's room, she wrapped it around her naked body. "Seriously, Oliver, when were you going to tell me the truth?" Aurora asked, feeling the anger burning inside her. "Seriously, huh, when were you going to tell me? After you've had your fill f*****g me or perhaps maybe when your wife decided to show up to the pack house? When exactly was I going to be told the truth? I didn't ask to be mated to you let alone anyone that was married and yet here I am with two married men! How the hell am I supposed to feel about myself after all this? I have one best friend who won't even talk to me. I am in love with a man who is widowed and now getting divorced because of me. And
