Chapter 8: Feral Instincts

I stopball my actions, my mind is twirling, did he just say Sylvia? My wolf is running wild with rage. Does that mean the other woman is Sylvia? No this can’t be true I must be hearing things

I remember a strange comment Vince told me a while back, now I understand. Now that I think of it the dots starts to connect from the lipstick stain, to Sylvia’s unsurprised expression, and the pregnancy. How did I not realize this sooner.

I feel so stupid and used. Jacob was never mine to start with. He’s been sleeping with my best friend ever since the first day of our arranged mating.

All the lies, the betrayal, especially with my best friend

I feel Jacob stiffen under me. I am still straddling him. He seems to have sobered up a little and realized his slip up.

Our eyes meet and I could see fear in his, because while I see fear in his eyes all he sees is rage in mine. Jacob is stunned. He doesn’t recognize who he is staring at anymore

If looks could kill, he would be dead already. I a