“Nice decision, Arkon. You’re truly a man who understands the dynamic of being a King. My men will retreat once I cross the border. It was nice meeting you again, my dear friend,” my old husband drops the cigar on the floor and steps on it.
With a little head gesture, he orders his men to proceed with me. They roughly tug my arms, leading me to a car. They open the door of the backseat, tossing me right in. Two of the men sit beside me, slamming the doors shut.
My throat drags as my heart races in a mix of emotions - anger and fear. As much as I already know what the Alpha of the Rogue is capable of doing, I still can’t believe he will betray his own fated mate. It was so easy for him.
My old husband returns to the car in front of our car, he gets in, ordering the rest of his men. They
