Ex Begs Back-After Letting Another Wolf Claim My Kid
I've spent years as the Blake pack's punching bag-all because of a lie about my dad.
Veronica, the she-wolf I once loved, the mother of my little Ivy, spat on me daily.
"You're a rogue," she'd snarl, slamming me into walls. "Ivy will never know you're her father."
Preston, that snake, made it worse.
He paid thugs to beat me, whispered lies to turn the pack against me.
But when Veronica locked me in a basement with rabid dogs?
That's when I knew I had to die-or fake it.
I chose the latter.
Now I'm free.
Camille's in my arms, our daughter Lila clinging to my leg, her laugh brighter than the moon.
But Veronica found me. "Owen, I love you," she sobbed, dragging me to a binding ceremony.
I stared at Camille, at Lila's sleeping face.
"Some wounds don't heal, pup."
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Chapter 4
The night's quiet, the hospital bathed in moonlight, stars scattered across the sky.
I'm dozing by Dad's bedside when a hand clamps around my throat, yanking me awake with a jolt of pain.
I'm slammed against the wall, gasping, my face flushed red. It's Veronica, her eyes blazing like she's ready to tear me apart.
"Disappointed your little plan fell through, huh?" she snarls.
"Couldn't wait to crawl into my bed, could you? You really think seducing me will make me let you off?"
I choke, barely able to breathe.
"What are you talking about? I don't get it."
"Don't play dumb," she snaps.
"You know exactly what you slipped into my drink!"
Last night, after she drank the sobering tea I brought her, Veronica started burning up.
Sure enough, on the drive back with Preston, she lost control, and they ended up in that scandal plastered all over the newsfeeds.
Preston brushed it off, saying, "Veronica, don't feel bad. I wanted it too."
But that kind of thing? It's a slap in the face to the Blake and Hale packs' honor.
Veronica smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, staring at the stubs littering the ground. "I own what I did," she said finally.
"Let's form a bond."
But she's convinced last night's mess was no accident.
She only drank her own wine and the tea I handed her.
"Your little scheme backfired, didn't it?" she mocks, her voice dripping with disgust. "Bet you didn't expect Preston to be the one in my bed!"
I grit my teeth.
"Veronica, that tea came from Andrew. Believe me or not, I never set you up!"
She doesn't buy it.
Her fist slams into the wall, rage boiling in her eyes.
"You're still lying? How long are you gonna keep this up? Do you even have a heart? I'd have given you the moon itself, thrown money at you and your dad-whatever you wanted! So why'd you have to ruin my pack? Why'd your dad go after my mom and destroy my dad?"
I've explained a thousand times, but I'm done. I'm just. tired.
Veronica's not letting it go.
"It's all your fault-you and your dad's! You love playing the seducer? Fine, I'll make it easy for you."
She kisses me, rough and relentless, stealing my breath.
I try to speak, but another kiss swallows my words.
Tears of shame spill down my face as I thrash, kicking and clawing, but she's too strong, pinning me down.
"Veronica, you can't-" I gasp, shaking so hard my teeth chatter.
Her eyes are bloodshot, a cruel smile twisting her lips.
"Scream louder. Let your dad hear you finally got into my bed. Think he'll leap up to celebrate?"
Dad's right there, hooked to machines.
I glance at him, biting my lip until it bleeds.
Tears blur my vision, and I shake my head.
It's not like that.
Dad never told me to seduce anyone.
He always said, no matter how broke or beat we were, we don't stoop to dirty deeds. A wolf like him wouldn't chase a mated she-wolf.
I clamp my mouth shut, terrified Dad might actually hear.
Veronica leans in, her voice a mocking whisper.
"Better behave, Owen."
Her kisses are brutal, her hands roaming my waist. I close my eyes, helpless, letting it happen.
She leaves as abruptly as she came, cold and heartless.
I'm left a wreck, burning with a fever for one days, hooked to an IV in the hospital.
The day I'm discharged, I run into Brielle Carson.
Back in school, she was the untouchable princess, always trailing Preston.
"Well, look who it is," she purrs, eyeing me like a toy. "Owen, the pack's heartthrob, all alone in a hospital? How pathetic."
"Get out of my way," I mutter.
"Still got that temper, huh? Think you're still Veronica's favorite?" She smirks, blocking my path. "She's about to bond with Preston. You'd be better off with me. At least I'd keep you fed." Her hand reaches for my face, but I jerk back.
Just then, Veronica and Preston round the corner, here for their pre-bond health check. Preston chuckles. "Bad timing, huh? Didn't mean to interrupt."
Brielle waves it off. "Nah, just chatting with Owen."
Veronica's gaze cuts through me, icy and sharp. "Chatting? I underestimated you. Seems you've got something to say to every she-wolf."
My face burns, then pales. Preston piles on, grinning. "Come on, he's the campus heartthrob. Of course the she-wolves love him."
Veronica's expression darkens, and I can't take it anymore. I bolt, practically running from the room.
But Preston's waiting for me at the hospital exit. The polite mask he wore earlier is gone, replaced by a sneer. "Owen, I'm warning you. Veronica and I are about to form a sacred bond. You try seducing her again, and I'll end you."
I meet his glare. "You're bonding with her. What does it matter where I am or what I do?"
He clenches his jaw, like I struck a nerve. "Don't play stupid!"
He hates admitting it, but Veronica loses it around me-hate, love, whatever it is, I'm something to her. Preston's eyes narrow, but then he laughs, smug. "I know you've had it rough, sticking around for your dad and your pup. But soon, Veronica and I will be bound. Your pup will be my pup. And your dad? He'll be free soon enough."
I frown. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He flashes a triumphant grin. "You'll see." Then he walks off, ignoring my questions.
It doesn't take long to find out what he meant.
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One wardrobe malfunction.
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Three awful "Be my wife."
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I'm only here until I can get a ride home.
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I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.
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I thought the fire was the end.
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