The world tilted. That night—while I lay drugged and grieving over our pup—
“You bedded your assistant?” The words stung my tongue. “On the same day I—”
“Best night I’ve had.” He winked at Vanya. “No offense, mate. Some she-wolves actually know what an Alpha needs.”
Tears pricked my eyes—I wiped them away, refusing to let them see the fracture. The Rustpire in me stirred—a power I’d buried these past five years.
“I want a dissolution of our bond.” My voice was steel. “Tomorrow.”
Axton barked a laugh, smug and loud. “Tomorrow? Even for you, that’s bold.”
“I have connections. It can be done as soon as possible.” I lifted my chin. “And rest easy—I won’t demand a single lunar coin.”
“No compensation?” His brows rose. “Interesting. I expected a fight.”
“I don’t need the scraps of an unfaithful Alpha.” My lip curled. “Keep your hoard. You’ll need it to maintain your new pet.”
Vanya’s cheeks flushed. “Careful how you talk—”
“Or what?” I snapped. “You’ll bed my mate? Ah—already checked that box.”
Axton strode around the desk, settling into his high-backed Alpha chair. “Perfect. This simplifies everything.”