_Calden’s POV_
I watched the stage manager gauge the crowd’s reaction, then invite Zarelle to sing another song.
She whipped the crowd into a frenzy with Seraphina Woods’ ‘Standing Strong and Free.’ “All the ladies, if you feel me, help me sing it out…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
The stunning woman with the voice of an angel used to be my wife, my Luna, yet I’d never heard her sing. Why was she hiding her talent? Or maybe she wasn’t hiding it. I just hadn’t spent enough time with her to find out.
“You never bothered to ask,” Kelson spoke up in my mind. “Too busy with pack business and that bimbo to notice your own mate had the voice of a siren.”
I thought bitterly as I poured myself another glass of whiskey. I frowned when I realized I’d consumed more than my plan
