Disappear (James POV)

The whiskey in my hand sloshes back and forth as my body trembles. I’m not sure if it’s anger, rage, sadness, frustration. Hell, it could be a combination of each and every one of those emotions.

Bright orange stares up at me from my desk like a menacing monster. Thick with the contents of my torn up heart tucked inside.

Every moment of the last few months replays in my mind, and I wonder if I was ever going to convince her to stay. I tried to demand that she stay. I tried kindness and honesty. I tried chasing her across the fucking country. But nothing was enough for her not to call of the divorce.

Everything circled back to Marina and having two mates.

“Fuck you,” I stared at the ceiling, hoping my message to the Goddess would find its way to her. She’d fucking destroyed my life.

My forehead smacked the table as the scent of expensive alcohol seeped into my senses and then my skin.

“Fuck,” I growled, sending the crystal glass flying across the room. It bounced off the impenetrable w