ALISON STOOD THERE, completely mute, as the reality of Misha's words sank in, and the pain rushed over her like a tidal wave. Her hands curled into tight fists, her fingernails cutting into her skin, and in the back of her mind, she registered her wolf's painful howls as she realised what the blonde-haired women words entitled. Grayson had slept with someone else before her. He had given the most intimate part of himself away to another woman.
She couldn't help but grit her teeth to fight against a sudden bout of nausea; her eyes found Grayson's. The guilt and self-loathing were burning so brightly in his eyes she could nearly feel the sentiments herself. Perhaps she was feeling an echo of his raging emotions. Alison couldn't help the surge of betrayal that emerged. How could he do something like that? With her of all people?
