His Remated RegretI dropped off lunch for my husband at the Conglomerate HQ, only to bump into my ex from two years ago.
The man who'd ditched me at our marking ceremony to go "take care of his sister."
I'd changed my hair, my makeup, everything.
But he spotted me in the crowd as if it were nothing.
"Elena, I'm back to finish what we started. Happy now?"
I felt that familiar knot of doubt in my gut.
"Sorry, who are you again...?"
He let out a shaky laugh.
"Babe, come on. Don't be mad. I didn't mean to leave you hanging. The ceremony back then? Ivy's wolf spirit was too weak. I had to find the Wolf God ruins to pray for her. She's my only sister; I couldn't just watch her fade."
"Yeah, the healing took a while. So, I got myself an assignment overseas."
"Anyway, I just got her wolf spirit stabilized, and I rushed back to bring you home to the packhouse!"
That's when it hit me. This scruffy guy, with the stubble and all… this was my ex-fiancé.
No.
Did nobody tell him? The night he walked out on me? I married his uncle. Alpha Damian. The Wolf King.