Olivia
My phone sat on the floor in front of me. The screen had long since gone to sleep, and only now reflected my crying face.
But in my mind, I could still see it: the images of Nathan, of my husband, my childhood friend and fated mate…
Getting into bed with another woman.
I could still see the smile on her face, the lustful look in her eyes. I could see the way his lips grazed her ear, the way his hands wandered her waist as he pressed her down on the bed. The pictures had been taken through a window and were a little blurry, but it was him.
There was no doubt about it.
Inside of me, my wolf was howling in pain. “What will we do?” she asked frantically. “Our mate is straying from us.”
A choked sob escaped my throat at the thought of what I had to do next. I
