The scent of jasmine and cold river stone was the first betrayal. It wafted under the door of the summer lodge, a cloying, unmistakable perfume that did not belong to Elara, and did not belong in the Alpha’s private quarters. She froze, her hand on the carved wooden handle, a basket of freshly laundered linens for Kael’s bed pressed against her hip. The late afternoon sun of Selenar streamed through the high windows, catching motes of dust in a golden dance. It was a peaceful scene. It was a lie. Her wolf, a creature she had long forced into a submissive slumber, stirred uneasily in her chest. Wrong, it whispered. Wrong, wrong, wrong. She pushed the door open. The second betrayal was sound. Rough, ragged breathing. A low, possessive growl she knew in her bones—Alistair’s growl. But it was layered with a high, breathy gasp that was not hers. The third betrayal was sight. Her husband, Alistair, A
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