From Betrayed To Beloved
I reminded him, my face blank of any emotions, tears still fresh in the corner of my eyes.
His jaw clenched at my words, “I am your Alpha, Ira. Not the other way.” He threatened, indirectly asking me to accept his betrayal as normalcy.
“Hmm,” I exhaled, letting silence sharpen the knife. I took a deep breath, mumbling, “That’s right.”
Lifting my chin up, I met his gaze, “In that case, I want a divorce.” I announced, ignoring the way my wolf screamed in agony inside me, needles pierced through my heart and pain blooming in my head.