LOGINOn the night she learns her marriage was nothing but a lie, one desperate mistake lands her in the bed of her husband’s younger brother, the cold, violent wolf no one dares cross. And he makes one thing very clear: she doesn’t get to walk away.
View MoreCatherine’s POVI did not have time to understand what Ethan was doing.The knock had barely faded when he pulled away from me, his body leaving my own in a rush of lost warmth. My legs almost buckled, but his hand closed around my wrist again and he dragged me across the cabin before I could catch my breath. Suddenly my back met solid wood. The impact pushed the breath out of my lungs as he pressed me flush against the cabin door. One of his hands stayed wrapped around my wrist, pinning it beside my head, while the other flattened against my hip, holding me in place. His body caged mine there, heat and weight and the faint scrape of his shirt against my front.On the other side, Simon’s voice came again, closer, irritated. “Ethan. I know you are in there. Open the door.”"What do you need... brother?" Ethan asked, his gaze fixed on mine."Just open the fucking door!"My eyes went wide. If he had not been holding me against the door, I was sure my knees would have given out. What in
Catherine’s POVBy the time I realized we were inside, the door was already shut behind us.My back hit something firm and dry instead of wet stone, and the sudden change from storm to stillness made my ears ring.Ethan’s grip finally left my wrist, the rush of blood back into my hand made the skin throb. I stared at the red marks where his fingers had been, only now understanding how tight he had dragged me across the grounds.“What are you doing?” I snapped, the words shooting out before I could swallow them. “You cannot just—”“You should probably lower your voice,” he said. “They are still looking for you.”The reminder shut my mouth faster than any threat. Yes, they are still looking for me. The search party, the guards and obviously, Simon.And if he finds me here, I don't even want to imagine what he'll do.I swallowed hard. Looking around, the cabin felt small and shadowed, made of old wood and faint light. A single lamp on the side table threw a warm glow across the space, le
Catherine’s POVI knew that voice!My heartbeat wouldn’t slow down. It slammed against my ribs hard enough that I felt it in my throat, loud inside my own head, louder than the rain hammering the ground.No. Impossible! How is he here?Fear shot through my chest in quick, painful bursts as I struggled to breathe past the hand covering my mouth. The arm around my waist didn’t budge, no matter how I twisted.“Shhhh…” he murmured, his hand still firm over my mouth. “If you don’t stop twisting, I’ll tie you up myself and hand you over to my dear older brother. He can decide how to punish you.”His voice was low enough to scrape along my spine, his breath hot against my ear. I bit down on my lower lip hard, praying he didn’t notice the way that sound made something inside me shiver.It was definitely him!Ethan Luxe.My mind uttered his name before I could force myself not to think it. The Ethan Luxe! Simon’s younger brother. The one people whispered about when they thought the Alpha’s fam
Catherine's POVMy presence did not belong here. It never did.I should have listened to that tight, heavy feeling in my chest when I picked up the folder and told myself this was a bad idea. Instead, I told myself I was being dramatic and that a good Luna did not sulk. A good Luna supported her husband.So I came.The moment I stepped into the packhouse, I knew better.Lightning flashed outside, bright enough to light the hall in a brief, stark glare. For a second, my reflection appeared in a framed picture on the wall, looking pale and tired, hair damp from the rain, a folder pressed to my chest like a shield. I looked like a stranger in my own packhouse.I shut the door behind me and stepped into the narrow balcony that ran along the second floor.The storm had picked up, sheets of water slanting across the grounds, wind shoving cold air under my clothes. “…Good thing she did not insist on coming tonight. Seeing her face would have ruined my mood before the event even started.”I h
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