"It was a marriage of convenience!" she spat, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "You explicitly told me that our marriage was temporary! You said the moment my mate or yours appeared, the contract would be terminated!"
"And yours hasn't appeared, has it?" I countered, taking a deliberate step closer, backing her up until her spine hit the edge of the heavy oak desk.
Chloe’s breath hitched. "What?"
"Where is he, Chloe?" I murmured, leaning over her, my hands coming down on either side of her waist, trapping her against the wood. "Where is this mysterious male who marked you in the dark? Has he walked through my gates? Has he claimed you in front of my pack? Has he put a ring on your finger?"
"You know he hasn't," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Then the contract holds," I rumble
