(Tyron's POV)
It doesn't work.
Fuck!
How dare she treat me like this? After all I've done for her? To get her forgiveness and win her back?
I return to my home, driving through the gates of the Blood Moon Pack territory, and the pack members who see me stare with wide eyes, their expressions a mixture of shock and pity and poorly concealed amusement, because word has spread about what I've been doing, about the Alpha who dressed as a clown and danced in the rain for his runaway wife, went on TV to confess his crimes, and I can feel their judgment, their loss of respect, and it burns like acid in my chest.
But I'm unwilling to swallow this loss, and as I sit in my study later that night, staring at the divorce papers Sanya threw at me days ago, I feel my resolve hardening into somethin
