Bound to the Bastard Alpha

na'

hell just

he car disappeared down the road, taking my new husband with it. Th

xt second the car was gone and I was standing there like

t absolut

breath, my hands trembling slightly wi

despite his attitude at the altar, trying to be understanding about his situation,

l even a shred of sympathy for him. In fact, I was starting to think maybe his personalit

and I knew it, but right now

took a deep breath, trying to calm down before I

ly familiar expensive perfume tha

now. Plea

a, walking toward me with that characteristic smi

arling sister to rub salt in the wound. Because of course she

es so hard it

, her endless mockery, her obvious delight in my misery.

happy occasion, and Adam was right there helping her. Two overgrown chi

ed. There was no other explanation for why my

ng dangerously close to that breaking point. Someone was about to get hurt, and

ecious long-lost daughter who had miraculously returned from the dead or whereve

e replacement, the temporary stand

pping with fake concern that didn't match the gleeful sparkle in her eyes. "

ng to keep my expression neutral while my i

f this. My humiliation was li

ete jerk? That's quite the trifecta you've landed yourself there." She laughed, the sound grating on my nerves like na

usly fake it was almost insulting. "It really must suck to be you right now, you know? I me

ng ready to snap. I wanted nothing more than to launch myself at her, to grab that perfectly st

I hated her so m

relentless cruelty from my own sister? It was like she blamed me

for control. I could not lose it here. I could not give

nd started walking away. It was the smart choice, the mature choice

th no hair, her scalp red and angry from where I'd ripp

resist getting in one last dig. "You must absolut

ng. My entire b

punching her in the face would really be that bad. Would it be worth it? My fist conne

ld probably

apparently decided she'd tortured me enough for now and walked

ed both of us from what would

. I needed to focus on the actual problem here, which w

ened the Uber app. At least technology co

first, though I had no idea why. Weren't we just supposed to get married

or the app to load, watching the li

ed at my lips. Finally, som

d as I read the me

rides to you

t again, sure I must

out loud, staring at my pho

the rideshare drivers were appar

omp on it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to sit

y phone, as if the inanimate object could some

really had

ng up right in front of me. For one wild, stupid second, I thought maybe Adam had

ible with tinted windows, nothi

y stomach dropped straight to my fee

d a

mate. The man who had chosen my

his could not

ing me," I breathed, s

just looked smug and punchable. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or actually trying

fficially beco