Gaia’s hands gripped the edge of the dresser so tight her knuckles cracked. Her nails dug half-moons into the polished wood as her wolf growled furiously in her head.
"We wanted her life… and we f*****g got it. But look at this shitstorm, we’re bonded to an Alpha who sticks his d**k in anything that walks. Her life might’ve been hell, but at least she wasn’t crawling for scraps of love like we are."
Gaia’s jaw clenched. Her lip twitched, eyes burning as she stared at the discarded panties in her hand, silky with lace trim. Expensive. Custom. And not hers.
The scent on them made her stomach churn.
That b***h.
That lowlife slut of a maid.
Her personal maid the one she’d clothed, fed, groomed had been in her bed. Spread under her Alpha. Giggling while her mate drove into her like a f**
