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RosemarieI blew gently across the rim of my ceramic mug, watching the steam curl into the morning air.Warm milk with a splash of vanilla and two spoonfuls of honey. Martha had made it without me even asking, practically shoving it into my hands before shooing me out toward the private terrace.I leaned my forearms against the cool granite railing, letting the quiet wash over me. Down below, the fortress valley was just waking up. Smoke drifted from the barracks chimneys, and in the distance, the pine trees were dusted in the first faint frost of early winter.I pulled my wool cardigan tighter over my belly, resting one palm flat against the solid, rounded weight of my five-month bump.God, Rose, I thought, shaking my head with a dry, disbelieving laugh. Look where you are.Sometimes it hit me so hard it knocked the breath clean out of my lungs.Six months ago, I was vomiting bile into a chipped sink in a backwater clinic, clutching a medical printout that told me a brain tumor was g
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RexMy hands were shaking under the table.I shoved them flat against my wool slacks, digging my fingernails into my palms to force the tremor down. Across the cold, utilitarian room, the neutral lodge smelled of damp rock, burning cedar from the corner iron stove, and the bite of frost creeping along the window glass."Rex, relax," Marcus murmured from the chair beside me. My Beta had his leather folder open, his knuckles red from the freezing drive up the mountain pass. "We're here to negotiate transit terms, not face a firing squad.""Easy for you to say," I rasped, my throat burning. "You didn't spend five years treating the sovereign regent across that table like an unpaid scullery maid."“But you already apologized…”“Yeah, well no amount of apology can measure up to what I did to her.”Marcus didn't answer. He couldn't. The truth had teeth, and it had been tearing our pack apart from the inside out for months.Outside, the rumble of high-grade diesel engines vibrated through th
My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret Chapter 114
Rosemarie I spun my favorite blue felt-tip pen between my knuckles, staring down at the glowing terminal in the main boardroom.My back was killing me. The ergonomic executive chair was supposed to be state-of-the-art, but my lower spine currently felt like someone had driven a drywall screw between my vertebrae. Still, I wasn't about to get up. Not when the numbers on this draft were finally falling into place."So we're actually doing this?" Dan asked from across the glass table. He had a printed ledger pinned down with one beefy hand, shaking his head. "We're really opening the northern emergency granaries for Blackwood territory?""Not for Rex," I said, my voice flat. "For the lower valley villages. The border families who didn't get a vote when Helen and Tracy turned the pack treasury into their personal jewelry slush fund."Garrett leaned back against the sideboard, arms crossed over his vest, an eyebrow raised. "They're on their knees, Rose. The embargo from the capital is cho
My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret Chapter 113
RosemarieFive months in, and I officially walked like a duck.There was no point in denying it anymore. The baby had hit a growth spurt over the last two weeks, turning my neat little bump into an unmistakable basketball that sat right out front. My ribs felt bruised, my lower back was constantly on fire, and putting on socks had become an Olympic sport."Rose, hold the roller steady. You're dripping on the baseboards.""I am holding it steady, Carrillo. You're the one crowding my elbow.""I am providing structural oversight.""You're hovering.""I am supervising an asset."I rolled my eyes so hard I almost lost my footing on the drop cloth.We were up on the third floor of the east wing, turning the sunniest corner suite into the nursery. The old heavy drapes were gone, replaced by sheer linen, and the dark walnut wainscoting had been scrubbed clean. Today’s battleground was the accent wall behind where the crib was supposed to go.I had won the war on paint colors. No tactical slat
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RexThe numbers on the screen were red. All of them.I sat alone at the head of the long council table, staring at the financial readouts until my vision blurred. Two months ago, twelve elders would have been sitting in these leather chairs, arguing over timber quotas and sipping twenty-year-old scotch.Now? The room was a tomb.I had cleared out half of them myself. Five marshals in the stockade, three senior treasurers exiled for pocketing Vance kickbacks, and the rest running scared. I thought purging Tracy’s rot would clean the slate. I thought if I finally acted like a real Alpha—if I cut the poison out with my own hands—the High Council would respect the resolve.Instead, they threw an economic noose around our necks and pulled it tight.Tier-Four Quarantine.The capital banks had frozen our secondary transport corridors. The grain elevators in the lower valley were down to a three-week reserve. Yesterday, two major merchant families packed their trucks and defected across the e
My Ex-Husband's Greatest Regret Chapter 111
RosemarieDust motes danced in the pale afternoon light filtering through the stained glass of the fortress library.Across the long walnut table, Clara was carefully turning the brittle, yellowed leaves of an archival ledger, but my focus was on the small leather-bound book resting in my lap.Dan had pulled it from a false-bottom floorboard in the cellar of the Wilton estate three days ago. The leather was scuffed and cracked at the corners, smelling of dried lavender, cedar, and aged paper. On the inside cover, written in sweeping, elegant cursive that made my throat instantly tighten, was my mother’s name:Violetta Donalds-Wilton. Autumn, 1994.I traced the faded ink with a thumb, my four-month belly resting comfortably against the edge of the desk.“If you are reading this, my sweet Rose,” one of the earliest entries began, “it means I am gone, and the quiet life your father and I built has reached its end. I pray every night to the Moon Goddess that you never have to turn this ke
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