تسجيل الدخول“She was my mate, Elena, so of course I loved her. I loved her so much.” Something about the way Adrian said it made me stop moving entirely. There was no hesitation in his voice and no attempt to make the truth smaller because I was sitting beside him. He did not rush to reassure me that Sarah had meant nothing or pretend that eight years of marriage could somehow be erased simply because it had ended badly. He just kept his eyes on the road and gave me the truth, even though I was beginning to realize it was a truth I might not particularly enjoy hearing. I swallowed and forced myself to ask, “How much?” Adrian was quiet for a moment. Then he released a breath. “Enough that there was a time when I genuinely believed there was nothing she could do that would make me stop loving her.” I had expected something simple. Maybe he would tell me they had been happy once, that they had loved each other, that things had eventually fallen apart, and then we could move on to one o
Fuck. I had asked too many questions. I knew I had asked too many questions because Adrian had gone completely silent, and unfortunately, silence gave me enough time to hear every single ridiculous thing that had just flown out of my mouth. I slowly turned back toward the windshield and cleared my throat. “Before you say anything, I would like it officially noted that the last question was included accidentally.” “Which one?” “You know which one.” “I’m afraid I don’t.” I looked at him and immediately caught the amusement sitting at the corner of his mouth. “You absolutely do.” “Was it the question about whether Sarah still loves me?” “No.” “Whether she wants me back?” “No.” “Whether I want her back?” “No.” His mouth curved. “Then perhaps you mean the one where you asked if she was beautiful.” “I specifically said not to answer that.” “You did.” “Which means the question technically no longer exists.” “That isn’t how questions work.” “It is how mine work.” “Interes
~Elena~By the time my last class ended, I had approximately seventeen new questions about Sarah, three completely different theories about why Adrian had never mentioned her, and one very strong desire to shake that man until every secret he had ever kept fell out of his ridiculously handsome head.I walked out of the building with my bag hanging from my shoulder and immediately spotted Adrian’s car waiting across the street.Of course I did.There was absolutely no missing it. His car looked exactly like him: black, expensive, intimidating, unnecessarily attractive for something that was supposed to get a person from one place to another, and probably worth more money than I wanted to think about.I stopped on the sidewalk and pulled out my phone.Are you stalking me now?His reply came almost immediately.Get in the car, princess.I rolled my eyes so hard I almost gave myself a headache.That wasn’t my question.Three dots appeared before another message came through.You have thir
“You know your ex-wife is fucking crazy, Adrian.” I stopped smiling. Daniel continued before I could answer. “I am not saying that as your lawyer right now. I am saying it as someone who was there during that divorce and saw exactly what Sarah was capable of whenever she felt like she was losing control of you. If she finds out who Elena is, trust me, she is going to do some crazy shit, and that girl is the easiest person for her to hurt.” My fingers tightened around the phone. “She will not touch Elena.” “You cannot guarantee that.” “I just did.” “Adrian, listen to yourself. You cannot control Sarah simply because you growl into a phone and decide she is forbidden from going near someone. That might work with half the pack because everyone is terrified of pissing you off, but Sarah was married to you. She knows exactly how you operate, she knows what gets under your skin, and more importantly, she knows how to make you react.” I pushed away from the desk and stood, irritation
~Adrian ~I should have been preparing for my meeting.Instead, I was sitting behind my desk thinking about Elena.Again.More specifically, I was thinking about what she had looked like on this desk less than an hour ago, with her hair completely ruined, her cheeks burning red, and that smart little mouth of hers finally too overwhelmed to argue with me properly.Fuck.I leaned back in my chair and loosened my tie.The office still smelled faintly like her perfume, which was doing absolutely nothing to help me forget what had happened in here.Not that I particularly wanted to forget.My eyes dropped to the edge of the desk, and I could almost see her there again, turning that pretty face toward me when my phone started ringing.She had looked so offended when I answered it.Even more offended when I refused to stop what I was doing.The memory pulled a slow smile from me.My princess could glare all she wanted.I knew her.I knew exactly how quickly that attitude disappeared when I
Elena’s POV “Adrian has an ex-wife.” Zia’s mouth fell open so quickly that I almost laughed. Almost. Raina, who had been calmly eating her fries like this was supposed to be another normal afternoon with her two normal friends, slowly lowered the fry in her hand and stared at me. “He has a what?” “An ex-wife,” I repeated, leaning across the table and lowering my voice. “As in somebody actually married that man before me knowing him. There was a wedding, there were probably rings, there were vows, there might even be embarrassing wedding pictures somewhere, and not once did this man think that was information I needed to know.” Zia blinked several times. “Okay, wait. Before you continue, how did you find this out?” I looked away. That was apparently all it took. Zia’s eyes narrowed. “No.” “What?” “I know that face.” “You don’t know any face.” “Elena, I have been your friend long enough to know exactly what that face means. You are about to tell us something absolutely di







