hit me square in the chest. My mate-the one person the universe c

more of a wal

inch of me, and I felt completely naked, a

ted me enough to make my life a living hell. Now, ad

I'd overheard about the Campbel

ke I was the only one in the room, as if every inch of my skin was on display

, storming across the room toward his son. But before he could reach him, his

forehead told a different story. He couldn't hide the rage. The more he tried to mask his ange

old glares from his father and Byron. He remained calm as hi

ead, praying I could escape his gaze. But it was useless.

creamed to run to my mate, I was still married to the man who treated me like shit. And even if Byron finally

at a pleasant surprise. I would've chased you t

m me. "You've got decades left, Grandma. Trust m

s a small, private gathering, so there wasn't much risk of our awkwardness spilling into the publ

tried to pull my thoughts together.

r was only eighteen, too naïve to understand anything, and my brother was just as greedy as my mother. Both of them spent more time bragging about my mar

ted by his brother crossed my mind more than once. But who was I kidding? Even

d I ever pull off an escape with a child who Byron would hunt down in a second? The Camp

ately trying to plan my next move. The bond with Alex felt like a vice

came first. I couldn't let Kiara, with her selfish, shallow way

oom, knocking the air from my lungs. My mate had followed me, and t

ere

gh my chest. My internal fire alarm blared, telling me to run, yet m

e sound vibrated through my thighs and s

ouder and closer until the warmth of his breath danced along the side of my ne

running fro

, shit,

stammered, and my voice tremble

pth that made me want to run and, at the same time, fall in

hispered. "It's

e mean by that? But before I could as

exi

scared child, I ran toward him, nearly stumbling hastily. Byr

isse

creamed in protest at having another man touching me,

ion for five years. He was the same person who saw me at t

l party made me extremely nervous. We had too much to drink and end

t he denied ever even seeing me. By some miracle, he agreed to marry me despite

of craving his attention, he chose to

cl

rother to hear. His lover stood behind him, glaring dagge

e said to his brother with a smug grin plastered on his face. "I sent you a wedding invite,

it all. I begged him with my eyes to remain silent. I needed to keep my bond with him a

with something darker. His voice was like Byron's, but it had

y for your wife. She's stuck with

beneath the surface. His grip on my wrist tight

"At least I'm married, responsible, and accepted by society. I'm the pack

. "I asked if your wife loves you. I see disgust in her

oom," I muttered, pulling free from Byron's grasp and rushing toward the door. My steps quickened as