The REAL Chapter 43

HAVEN POV

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Hello, you have reached Wesley Stone. I am currently unavailable—”

I hung up before the mailbox greeting could finish. I didn’t need to hear it. I’d heard it at least one hundred times since Sunday.

“Happy fucking birthday to me,” I muttered, tossing the phone on my bed and plopping down on my back.

It had been five days since I’d seen Wesley. Five days since I’d spoken to him. Five days since he’d held me in his arms. I’d taken my time, thinking through every emotion and thought and concern I had about what Wesley had revealed to me after our unbelievable night together.

The initial shock, the initial bombshell of him being a werewolf — a Lycan — wore off quickly. The fear of seeing that enormous, monstrous thing in place of my Wesley dissipated faster than I’d have thought possible.

And left in its place was anger. Anger and irritation that he’d lied to me. That they had all lied to me. But mostly, I directed my anger at him.

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