Chapter 17

Five years after breaking my mate bond, I ran into my former mate, Wesley Grant, Alpha of the Ironlake Pack, inside a luxury boutique.The sales associate stiffened the moment he approached. I knew that reaction too well, the instinctive tension that came from being hit by an Alpha’s aura.She instantly lowered her voice. “Alpha Wesley, the suit your mate chose is ready.”He merely nodded, but his eyes dropped to the tie in my hand, sharp and cool, like a wolf examining territoryit used to own.“Put hers on my tab as well.”I calmly set cash on the counter, refusing his arrangement. His Adam’s apple dipped.