The Omega Luna's Perfect Revenge
On the drive from our Mating Ceremony, Carter’s voice cut the silence like a blade.
"I fucked someone else."
He tapped the passenger seat, grinning. "She was right there yesterday. We didn't even make it out of the car."
The betrayal hit me like a physical blow, a sickening echo of the past. My throat locked; my chest throbbed with a hollow, crushing ache.
"Now I finally get Jake," Carter drawled. "Chloe’s a goddamn firecracker in Heat. That scent? It leveled me."
Jake was my ex. Chloe had been my best friend—until I caught them in bed five years ago. When my world collapsed then, Carter was the one who pulled me from the wreckage.
Now, he had crawled into the same bed. I was drowning all over again.