TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
Remi Wintersmy husband's harem is a bit too muchwife turns husband gayafter my husband's affair, i met my true love alphahusband's sex tape on display at our wedding
Every time I think I’ve got it he finds the flaw and names it, dry and merciless, dead, dead, you dropped your guard, dead, you telegraphed that from across the room, a blind man saw that coming, dead.
And I hate him, I hate him with a passion that is keeping me warm, and somewhere under the hating there’s a horrible sparkle of something else, because being bossed around this competently by a man built like a god is doing things to me that I refuse, absolutely refuse, to examine at five-forty in the morning.
“You’re getting angry,” he observes, catching my fist against his palm.
“You’re being insufferable.”
“Good. Angry’s useful. Angry, I can work with.” He steps back. “Now stop fighting me