Chapter 3

Gemma.

I ended up in Gerald Ward’s study forty minutes before I ended his son’s engagement to being an Alpha with a mate at all.

The dinner had started well enough, beautiful flowers everywhere, half the pack council seated on either side making conversations about territory lines and the coming full moon.

I had told myself on the drive over that I could sit through one meal without letting my wolf get the better of me. I was wrong within the first ten minutes.

Harmony arrived on Hunter’s arm wearing a pale pink dress, and around her throat sat my…