Divorcing My Cheating Mate To Become The Lycan Queen

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oth, untouched. The steaks were cold. The Cabernet was uno

anniversary. And Vance hadn't

was supposed to connect mated wolves. Nothing. A flat, dead silence where his presence should have be

p my phone

ing. Vo

n. And again. Seven time

ipped my hand and said, "Find someone, little wolf. Settle down. Let us see you safe before we go." So I had settled. I had ma

litary was releasing their remains to family. All

eenth call

come with me tomorrow morning. It's my

ivate event. You call, call, call, like some desperate little barnacle glued to a man's hull. Do you have zero ability to f

. Dea

cked the number. Checked it

Maybe his phone was in he

ning. Then I texted my lawyer: "Prepare di

cadets roared "Duty, Honor, Country!" I held the wooden urn to my chest and wal

notification. Caroline Le h

each club in the Hamptons. Fo

rested on the small of her back. Her head tilted against his shoulder. His friends cheered around them. A beach party. He'd been here the whole time.

ind my ribs. The wolf my parents had

Hamptons. The Sho

t like a shield. The party was in full swing-music, champagne, laughter. Vance

an

ied. "Cora? What the h

riend answered instead and called me a barnacle." My voice w

ollowed him to the beach. Seriously, Taylor, don't you have a community college exam to fail? No job, no skills, no ped

ted her head with a pitying smile. "Cora, sweetie. A woman should be self-suffici

ine still staining her lips. At Vance's h

with another woman's husband at a beach party while his wife collects her dead parents'

Color flooded her c

Not at me.

sand with a crack. The lid split. A plume of fine grey ash puffed into th

n the sand like cigaret

ld went

en years of combat reflex, and my palm connected with

up at me, mouth agape, a red ha

ng down, my voice a blade wrap