KELVIN'S POV
Vanessa does not talk to me unless she has to.
Three weeks married and we have nothing to say to each other. She sleeps on her side of the bed. I sleep on mine. We eat breakfast in silence. Pass each other in the hallway like strangers.
This is what my father wanted. A political alliance. A merger of packs. Power and territory and influence.
This is what I agreed to.
But every time I close my eyes I see Freya. That green dress. Adrian's hands on her waist. The way she looked at him like he was everything.
Like she used to look at me.
I throw back the whiskey and pour another. The glass is heavy. Expensive. Everything in this house is expensive. Vanessa made sure of that. She redecorated the moment we got back from the honeymoon. Got rid of everything that was mine. Rep
