All Chapters of An Eye for an Eye, a Wolf for a Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Brielle Ashford POV"Are you going to keep staring at me like that or are you going to take what you came for?"My voice shakes but I lock my eyes onto his."You do not know what you are asking for, human," Ronan Graywolf growls, his deep tone vibrating straight through the floorboards of the Mooncrest Lodge.He is completely wasted, reeking of heavy liquor and the intoxicating, spicy scent of an alpha wolf. He is my husband Garrick’s best friend. They grew up in the same pack territory, running the same woods, sharing everything. Except tonight, Garrick is not here. Garrick is currently knotting Ivy Cross, that young pack admirer who has been sniffing around our cottage for months.I gave Garrick everything. I am a old-fashioned human woman. I made him wait two years. I saved my virginity for our wedding night, thinking a powerful werewolf would value a sacred bond. The bastard ripped my heart out instead. He cheated. He broke the pact. Now, it is an eye for an eye. If he is out mark

Brielle Ashford POV"You think this is a joke, don't you?" I say, trying to force a laugh to mask the reckless tremor in my breath.Ronan Graywolf doesn't answer immediately. He watches me from the tangled sheets of the Mooncrest Lodge, a wicked, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. My skin is sweating, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped beast as I play the part of a cold, experienced seductor. I need him to think I do this all the time so he doesn't see the raw desperation bleeding through my pores. But he is a wolf; he smells the lies on me."I need to get out of here before the sun hits the trees," I mutter, throwing my legs over the edge of the mattress. My five-foot, plus-size body shivers as the chilly mountain air hits my bare skin."Let me drive you back to the village," Ronan rumbles, his deep voice sliding down my spine.He stands up from his side of the bed, his massive six-foot-six frame completely naked. He turns his back to me to grab his trousers, and that i

Brielle Ashford POV"You are a terrible liar, wolf," I mutter to myself, tossing my glowing screen onto the plush cushions of the sofa.The silence inside the Ashford Cottage stretches thin and mocking as the afternoon shadows grow longer over Oakridge Village. I stand alone in the kitchen, my five-foot, plus-size frame swaying with a heavy, restless energy that leaves my palms damp. I spent the last three hours at the village square market buying fresh cuts of deer meat and wild mountain herbs, preparing to cook Garrick's absolute favorite meal because of the stiff promise he made this morning. Yet every five minutes, my eyes dart right back to the dark screen of my phone. No notifications flash. No mind-links hit my brain.Why the hell am I waiting for Ronan Graywolf to send me a message? The raw realization makes my stomach twist with a toxic mixture of frustration and bitter self-loathing. I am a human wife married to a powerful werewolf alpha, yet my mind is completely consumed b