Mate of My EnemyChapter 1

Selene

“I’m done masking who I truly am. It’s time I reclaim what was always mine,” I uttered into the communicator rune, cutting the connection before the person on the other end could respond.

My throat tightened as I stood there, staring into the open wardrobe carved from black ironwood—the very same place where the evidence of my mate’s betrayal stared back at me like a snarling beast. My lips quivered, and heat pooled behind my eyes, refusing to spill even though my chest trembled with each breath.

A humorless, wounded laugh escaped me as I reached for Gideon’s Alpha jacket—the one scented with cedar and moonfire—hoping I wouldn’t find what I feared. My fingers searched the interior pockets, bracing for more scraps of feminine clothing, but apart from the scarlet scrap already on the floor, nothing else surfaced.