Contracted By My Ex’s Father In Law
The cold night lights flashed across his face, sharp and restless, like the storm raging inside him.
He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened back in Dante’s office—the way Irene sat there, speaking so boldly, the way Dante had looked at her. Her. A nobody. A piece of trash he had thrown away without a second thought.
Yet Dante Blackwaters, the most powerful werewolf alive—the King himself—had not only defended her, but trusted her word over his.
“Impossible,” Trenton muttered, grinding his teeth. “He couldn’t possibly—he wouldn’t…”
But the images kept replaying. The moment he walked in and saw Dante beside Irene. Dante feeding her, treating her gently, as if she was made of glass.