Hell hath no fury

Arial was in a fine temper by the time they got home. As the car pulled into the garage and their rugrats ran out the door to greet them, Connor could almost see the steam coming out of his mate's ears. Hell hath no fury like Arial Salvatore when she felt betrayed. And right now, he was sure Satan himself was hiding in fear of her wrath.

Arial managed to hold onto her viper tongue until the pack member she'd wrangled into babysitting settled the boys down to sleep and shut the door behind her as she left for the short run back to the packhouse. But when she turned, her cornflower blue eyes held violence in their murky depths, and she rounded on Connor.

"How long?"She snarled, pointing a claw in his direction. Connor didn't muck around; it was always better to lay all cards on the table when it came to his mate. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, slumping down onto a chair. "They turned up at my office a couple of hours ago to make me aware of a situation we ha