Eventually, my feet carried me back to the packhouse. The home I had once believed was mine. The place where I had built my life with Harland As I pushed open the door, the quiet unease in my chest twisted into something far worse.
And then I heard it.
Soft, breathy moans.
A sound that shattered whatever fragile hope I had left.
I stood motionless, my heart lodged in my throat. The unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving together, the laughter, the whispered words—Harland and Maureen. In our bed.
A voice I had once loved spoke, casual, smug. “You’re so much better than her,” Harland murmured. “Avery’s lifeless in bed, like a damn corpse.”
A cold, bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. The final piece of my shattered heart crumbled to dust.
Maureen giggled, voice dripping with satisfaction. “She was never meant to be yours, anyway. I belong here.”
My wolf howled in rage, demanding blood, demanding destruction. My nails dug into my palms as I fought the urge to let go. I couldn’t. Not yet.