The Defective Mate He Rejected Is A White Wolf

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My name was on the deed. My trust fund paid the mortgage. But for the last two yea

n that ne

areful, it's crystal,"

m were stripped away. His ugly modern art, his collection of expens

do you think

looked disheveled, his tie loose. He must have rushed

oard in my hand. "You have until noon to get your personal

ed my arm. "I live here! Sarah and I are moving in next wee

hand on my arm.

me," I sa

ean you can be vindictive. I made a choice for the good of my pack, Ava! S

end?" I

g we were?" He lowered his voice, trying to sound reasonable, trying to gaslight me. "Ava, be a good girl. Don't be hyster

subsidize the home where he would raise his child with his mi

y arm free

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ised us both. It wasn't just a slap; it was a release. L

d. His eyes flashed re

nged

t and white, erupted from my belly. It wasn't the submission of an Ome

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ered, distorted, vibrating with a power that shook the glass win

He slammed to the ground, his knees hitting the hardwood floor with a c

om. The movers were s

over his face. "How... how did you do t

m. I felt tall.

am," I whispered. "I said I too

e a framed photo of us sat. It was from ou

and flicked it on. I held the

the flames curl around his smiling face. "S

ng photo onto the f

n ten minutes, I will have secu

y to use his Alpha tone. He ran. He ran like a frightened

d him, I caught a glimps

hazel. They were swirli