Benedict lay tangled in the sheets with Quinn, his arm draped possessively over her bare waist. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and betrayal.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through my chest. They didn’t even stir.
My fingers curled around the doorframe as my wolf howled inside me. Eight years. Eight years of loyalty. Of love. Of sacrifice.
And this was how it ended.
I turned on my heel and walked out.
The bar on the way back to the packhouse was still open. I stepped inside, ignoring the curious glances as I slid into a booth.
The bartender raised an eyebrow. "Rough night?"
"Whiskey," I muttered. "Keep it coming."
By the time my friend Jane arrived, I had downed two bottles. My vision blurred at the edges as she slid into the seat beside me.
"What happened?" she asked, voice tight with worry.
I laughed bitterly. "You tell me. You always said he was too perfect to be real."
Her eyes darkened. "So he really cheat?!”
"I don’t want to hear his name."
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure what came next. But one thing was certain.
Benedict Ronan was no longer my mate.
For years, I never thought Benedict would betray me.