Chapter 72-2
Nobody fucking made me cry except for me.
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Slipping on a pair of black leggings and the lace black tank top, I regarded myself in the mirror. Not.
bad. The weight I’d put on here was giving me curves. One thing to be grateful for.
I found a pair of stilettos that I could bury in her temple if need be and overdid my makeup just a
little. The necklace nestled in my cleavage.
I barely recognized myself.
“You can do this,” I told my reflection. “Put on a fucking smile and don’t let that bitch hurt you.”
Great.
I’d suffered the kind of abuse that would make any person or shifter break, but it was Willa’s
sickeningly happy smile that was going to push me over the edge.
Two minutes to seven, I opened the door and stepped out. Smiling brightly at my two guards, who were staring at me in shock, I gestured down the hall. “Shall we, boys?”
“You look…lovely, alpha mate,” Brock muttered before turning bright red.
“I wasn’t going for lovely, Brock, but I do intend to make an impression.”
Ginger, the other guard, just grinned at me. “Yes, ma’am.”
Instead of letting the other guards open the door for me, I walked in myself and slammed the door behind me. Willa and Morven were laughing as they looked at her phone.
More photos?
“This looks cozy,” I purred as I pulled out my own seat and sat down. “Perhaps I should take a
picture to remember this moment by.”
“Kiana.” Morven’s eyes widened. “That is not what I imagined you’d wear to dinner.”
“Sorry for the surprise. I was feeling a little different today. What are the two of you looking at?” Cocking my head, I stared at Willa. “More lovely mating ceremony photos? I’m surprised you wore
such a bright white. It kind of washes you out. Not to worry, though. You do have a lovely
complexion.”
Morven cleared his throat, and Willa put her phone down. “Troy thought I looked lovely in it.
Innocent.”
“That’s what every alpha needs. A mate who’s innocent. Cute, even?” Snorting, I reached across
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the table and picked up the bottle of wine. Morven’s eyes widened even more as I poured myself a healthy glass. “Cheers to new relationships.”
At least Willa wasn’t grinning anymore. Instead, she picked up her wine and stared at me.
“How’s your wolf doing, Kiana? Feeling safe these days?”
“Perfectly. OakFur Pass is surprisingly welcoming, More than I can say about other packs I’ve visited. Not as much bigotry here. Just intelligence and hard workers.”
“Maybe they don’t have the right information.”
“Kiana. It’s lovely to see you so animated tonight at dinner, but I fear we have something more pressing to discuss over dinner. Willa will only be with us for tonight, and I wanted your opinion. Let’s enjoy some dinner. Steak and potatoes. A classic,”
One night, huh?
“I hope you made mine bloody.” Morven’s eyes hardened, and I sighed and straightened. “Right. What did you need to discuss?”
Dinner digressed into a conversation of politics. Willa freely gave away too much information, and It was all I could do not to tell her to shut her fucking mouth. Morven was hanging onto every word.
“Troy’s third is dead? I had no idea.” The picture of innocence, Morven turned and looked at me.” Were you close to Bridget?”
“Not as close as you.”
“Excuse me?”
Smiling, I picked up my knife to cut the last bite of my steak. “Not you, dear. I’m referring to Bridget and Willa. They were best friends. You must be heartbroken.”
“You have no idea,” Willa whispered. I felt the hatred in her voice, and her eyes bore into mine. “Why don’t you and I go for a run together, Kiana? Tonight. Sounds fun.”
“Just as girls?” I mocked.
“Problem?”
Turning to Morven, I cocked my head. “I don’t know, dear. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all. A midnight run sounds perfect.”
After dinner, Morven walked me to my door. “The necklace suits you.”
Whipping my head around, I glared at him. “So you knew that Willa and Troy mated, and you
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thought you’d bring her here so I would know as well?”
“I thought it might help you let him go, darling. We could be happy here. You could be happy, if you need to take a few swipes at Wills tonight to make you feel better, I understand. Then maybe you can move on. For the record, my darling, I would never let you go.”
Such a romantic psychopath.
He leaned in, and I slapped my hand on his chest. He narrowed his eyes, and I pointed to my cheek, still bruised beneath the makeup. “Moving on is one thing. Trusting you is something entirely different. I’ll see you at midnight, Morven.”
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