I had thought my marriage to Devin would be the start of a new age. A lycan leading a werewolf pack? It was something Eason said would start the path to better lycan and werewolf cooperation. I remembered reeling him back from making it a big deal when he we got married. It didn’t take much convinci

“Perfect,” he growled, slipping his hands under my dress and lifting me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we kissed as he carried me toward the couch. I’d popped a few buttons on his shirt, desperate to get my hands on him, when his phone rang. He groaned, pulling back. He lowered me onto the

As I sat back, my eyes caught the sight of one of my father’s old posters. His face, younger and alive smiled back at me. We’re family, the poster said. And family gives each other a ride to work—free of charge. I chuckled a little as my eyes turned misty. I remembered the PR team thinking that

The account was just as he said, and I almost laughed. “I suppose his wife cleaned him out during the divorce?” “I don’t believe so,” George said. “I am looking into the circumstances around it based on some reports regarding his relationship with Amy starting while he was still married.”

I turned away from him, ready to leave. “If you don’t talk to me, I’ll call your debts due.” I scoffed. My eyes burned as I turned back to glare at him. I wanted him to see the fury on my face. His eyes were calm. His expression was neutral. “Get in line,” I hissed. “I’m sure you’ve hear