From Warm to Wrong
My mate-to-be, Ethan, said he had some urgent work come up right before our planned full moon trip. He bailed.
I was missing him like crazy, so I immediately drove for over ten hours to his city.
I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming. There I was, flowers in hand, standing outside his mansion, ready to give my destined mate a sweet surprise.
But then I caught the mixed scent of Ethan and another female werewolf.
The scent was sickeningly familiar.
Amber Collins. Ethan’s ex-mate.
I fought back the burn in my nose, my eyes already red, and pushed the door open.
And what did I see? Them, sharing a glass of red wine, cuddled up, practically on top of each other.
When Ethan finally noticed me, he jerk
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