Shyla’s P.O.V.
“You have arrested my traitor sires to win my favor. What do you want in return?”
Hayden’s rest of the words faded in the background as I took a step back, retreating my body as though my subconscious had activated my defensive response for my protection.
Blinking repeatedly, I tried to clear the fog of disbelief that clouded my vision. My horrified gaze fell at that werewolf standing tall in his Alpha glory, his piercing gray eyes bore into my soul.
His cupid shaped lips stretched in a booming smile as he recognized me easily.
“Shyl!”
Alpha Raymond Vincenzo, my trash ex-husband was right in front of me, his gleeful smile washed a wave of cold over my body. A single glance on his face reminded me of my mortification in the Blood Moon Pack, burning me inside out.
