Asher wasn’t lying.
It wasn’t over.
It would never be over.
I had ruined him, and now he was going to ruin me.
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It started small.
Little things, easy to brush off.
My tires slashed. My coffee replaced with salt. My keys going missing, only to turn up inside a block of ice in the pack’s freezer. My schedule at work mysteriously changing so that I was always on the worst shifts, stuck cleaning up after the wolves who now looked at me with open disgust.
And the whispers.
They followed me everywhere.
“Pathetic.”
“She really thought she could outsmart an Alpha?”
“She’s lucky he even let her live.”
I ignored it. I tried to.
But Asher didn’t want to be ignored.
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The first real warning came a week later.
I was walking home from the bar when I heard the footsteps behind me. Not r
