Hero Cheats With Ow Romance Novels & Stories

He leaned closer to my face and said, "what?! Are you certain that you want to slap me across the face? With all of the chemistry that exists between us?" He was completely off his rocker! What an intriguing possibility! "Please, get out," was all I could manage as my voice cracked under the strain. " I am not someone who cheats! I have kept my word and will serve as the alpha king's luna. I beg of you, please don't act in that manner." After making a low growling sound and licking the back of my neck, he pulled away and said, "I really wish I had met you earlier."

I watched Jared Hamilton tangled up with Luciana Rose in the crystal orb. One of them was my mate, and the other was my best friend. Every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze. I sat on the couch, as though my soul had been ripped out of my body, and stared blankly ahead. The imagery in the orb continued playing, and I couldn't quite look away as they kissed their way from the living room to the bedroom. He pushed her down on the bed, fingers sliding over her clothes like he had done a thousand times. "Can we do it tonight?"

He says that he loves me. The tears that form in my eyes this time aren’t of sadness. They’re of a happiness so profound I can’t really find a way to describe it. The only thing that tempers that feeling is the realization that she cheated on him. That breaks my heart. “Smart bastard,” Oli comments once the video has played through. Rachel hums her approval. “Well, that’s pretty solid evidence if you ask me. I’d say the guy’s proven his innocence.” “She cheated?” I blurt out, still puzzled.

Carol Collen’s piece must’ve hit harder than even Theo expected. “Owen Ashford’s Messy Love Triangle: Cheating on Heiress Aurelia Vance with Adopted Sister Silea—Now Crawling Back?” I read it this morning. Brutal. Perfect. Halfway through dinner, Owen’s phone starts blowing up. He silences it, but I catch the name on the screen before it goes dark: Silea. He forces a laugh. "It's not what it looks like, I swear! " I tilt my head, playing innocent. “Silea? I thought you said she was out of the picture.”

You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.”

“Sneaking around are we?” My eyes widen and I glance back at Stace. Oh shit, what can I say? “Yes, on my husband… with my lover.” I tilt my chin towards Stace and her eyes rise to him again. He sits with his legs spread and his muscles on show, the epitome of an alpha. She smirks and widens her eyes. “Boy, I don’t blame you,” she whispers. I smile. “I know,” I whisper back. She types into her computer. “Have fun while you can, I say.”

] I stared at the screen for a long moment, my emotions a strange, quiet storm. Then, without hesitation, I took a screenshot of a flight to the Shadowfang Pack and sent it to him. [I’ve waited for you for so many years, Alpha Jay.] [I’m tired of waiting.] [Let’s break up.]

They've been waiting for this storm for a while and nothing was coming forth. Meanwhile.. The couple have been busy playing cards in their bedroom, laughing and watching random funny clips on the screen while their enemies sleep with one eye open. They both knew that their plan was working, Their plan was to hit their enemies hard when they least expect it. Ava's shoulder hurt less now and her bruises were gradually getting healed. Ryan was patient enough to let her recover before striking. “You're cheating Ryan! That's not fair.” Ava called out, catching Ryan's hand. She tackled him greatly until she managed to pull out the cards he made an attempt to hide behind him.

I go right to the bar again to get a bag for my wet dress and get my glass of vodka-soaked cherries that I stashed in the mini fridge under the counter. “I heard what happened.” Owen looks over his shoulder as he fills a tall glass with beer from the tap. “Way to go, butterfingers.” I make a face. “Someone bumped into me. Hard. It would have happened to you too.” “Doubt it.” He makes a face back and gives the beer to a guy at the counter. I pop a cherry in my mouth, shuddering from how strong it tastes. Owen laughs. “Want me to make you a real drink?”

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