Three exasperating weeks of having my emotions storm hell and back, and there's no sign or a word from my husband, Cahill Nolan. Alpha of the Blackwood pack, a man who's about to be a father because his wife is now eight months pregnant and due for delivery on the first fucking week of next month!
I celebrated my twentieth birthday in tears, with a heavy heart.
I've wept so badly from the feeling of abandonment. Can it be that Cahill has left me to be with someone else? He was seeing someone behind my back? I doubt so because he has a pack to govern.
My husband loves me. The stares, how he touches me, and the way his voice lowers and adjusts into softness when he speaks to me. He might be murderous, screaming at someone and threatening to knock their head off, but if I come into the picture, he transforms from a beast to a big softie.
Then what the fuck is going on!?
