Mate of My Enemy

“I’m done hiding who I am. It’s time to claim what’s mine,” I said into the phone, my voice firm, before ending the call. My hands shook slightly, and my eyes burned with unshed tears as I turned toward the wardrobe—an altar of lies that had quietly chronicled my mate’s betrayal for years.

I let out a bitter, humorless laugh, my wolf beneath the surface growling low at the scent of deceit that clung to the fabric before me. I pulled his jacket from the hanger, scanning the pockets for anything that might reveal more of his treachery.