a's

ing wa

had to brace myself against t

oured directly into my heart, burning

tant in my mind. "I'll take the

st immediately, but an

lly, panic rising when she

me, taking on the supernatural backlash that came f

ices continued flowing from behind the door,

lled my phone from my purse

p?" Miranda was asking, her voice sicke

ely dormant, I'll announce that the Goddess Moon has withdrawn her blessing from ou

she does

ng. But if she tries, I'll ensure she has no support. Alpha Blackwood hasn't spoken to her

laughter made

orwarded it to Sophia, my closest friend and the best div

. Divorce p

iate: [FINALLY! On my way. Me

nd his mistress, then silently walked away, leaving behind t

nd in Louboutins and a power suit, her eyes scanning the dimly lit s

ing into the seat opposite me. "I've been wai

nicured nails. "I've been drafting your divorce papers

a weak laugh. "Was I the only

ytale," she said, her voice softening mom

able to ignore this-not only is he cheating, but he's been deliber

ge," I said quietly

r what he's done," Sophia insisted, her professio

shole? The herbs he's been giving you

gh my chest. "She's not responding, Sophia.

t, especially when removing themselves from toxic bonds." She reached

r," I reminded her

eat you." She closed her tablet. "Now dri

round, determined to help me

clared, raising her thi

urs into our impromptu celebration, and I was feeling wonderfully numb. Without Serena'

slurred, "I actually thought he might

pathetic. Optimistic.

. "You know the worst part? I don't even think I

eserves you," Sophia insisted, her word

needing the burn of alcohol to drown out the remnants of pain. As

ething about his broad shoulders and comma

Dark hair that looked like it wou

freedom. Whatever the reason, I found myself sliding o

th determined, if sli

ainst his solid back. My hands slid around his

and iron-was intoxicating, stir

d, lightning-fast reflexes belying the controlled

caught in

Blackwood Pack-one of the most po

raised me sinc

gh me despite my drunken state. His grey-blue eye

and hurt and years of repress

reasts pressing against his chest,my voice a s

gold, pupils dilating as his nostrils flared. For one breathtaking moment, his h

" he growled, his voice dropping to that dangerou

of pushing me away. I could feel every hard

d, emboldened by tequila

ble hardness pressing against my lower belly sent a thrill of power

ips with mine. His mouth was hot, demanding, ta

arely restrained violence, his tongue sliding a

begun, he tore himself away,

ace between us. "What the hell are you doing