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osphere. I turned around before opening my eyes, she wasn't there. It w

ter was going to get a hold of her. And when I would open my eyes, they would be on her

ould say that before pulling away as if she wouldn't end up in my arms the next time we sp

wasn't in my bed. It was Claire who was, a hooker slumped by the e

my arms were. Eliana w

er the divorce papers had been long time coming—today made it a full

sk her falling more and more in love with me. It was evident that she already had. I didn't

e still lingered in the air, settling in the depths of my stomach. The room, the hallway, everyth

told me she learned while she was a slave in her pack. She was the on

s. It was the reason I saved her that day, that and marrying an insider into Blood Hound. She

hings Jaxon ha

en but I knew it still haunted her. S

only that she begged. She just wanted to leave everything behind her

of all, what stuck and kept echoing in my ears up until this mor

uldn'

ction but I didn't see her. Everyone said I didn't have a mate because you ought to meet her before turning twenty-fiv

acobs say that I, Mal

nyone in my entire life. It was only an arrangement with Eliana you

mix and when it did, it w

ight after the Cold War. It was the last time all the werewolves in the world were in on

e you aren't guaranteed eternity, are you? It was selfish enough that the Moon Goddess wo

to my father especially. She could step in front of a bullet to save the ones she lov

something like that happens, it's hard to believe love exists. After the war, the whole werew

from each other so there was always a sense of rivalry between the two packs especially whe

to cause a battle and

ck, but she was also an omega, the lowest level of a werewolf. An Alpha

he doors flung wide open, I was met with the echo of my voice. It was

esser were the divorce papers. My heart shuddered as soon as I saw her signature penned

uld recognize her handwriting even from a mile away. I realized i

lo D

cked my things but here I am, sitting and hoping that you would walk back into the r

n the last two years. I mean you're Malik Denver, how did I

gement so I've signe

ided to leave. I'm leaving Black Moon and I'm leaving you. I don't exactly know where

ght and you took me in. I hope I've been able to repay my debt over the last two years and

ove, E

ack of my throat. I didn't feel anything for Eliana Jacobs—I h

rage pump through my veins. She had left, she had run away like she did from her own

but I knew it was only long befor

owhere and I pushed the lump down my throat. My hand

asked and I shut my