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 jerked his arm away from Amber, walked stiffly over, his voice laced with panic.
"Scarlett, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"