I stared at the photo. My blood was boiling.
“How long has this been going on?” I asked, my voice stern.
“It has never stopped since the day they got married,” Aaron answered calmly, but I could sense the trace of despise in his voice, “Mrs. Jones just keeps cheating on her husband.”
“Who’s this guy?” I pointed at the man in the photo. Clara was lying on the bed with him, their naked bodies intertwined.
“An alpha of a pack away from the town,” Aaron frowned, “His name is Shawn. I don’t get much information about him. I only know he went to jail once and the business his pack associated with also didn’t seem quite legal. He and Mrs. Jones meet at least once every two weeks. But he’s not the only one. It seems like Mrs. Jones has more than one lover…”
“There are more?” I hissed angril
