34. Maddox

Standing in the soaked, damp hallway I was stuck dumbly staring by the abandoned silver chains. The room as empty as me.

The broken slivers of knife laid next to the chains. Small drops of blood. The smell of the damp earth was everywhere preventing me from tracking any real scent but the real clue was in what remained of Zena’s scent. From the shorts she had abandoned on the floor.

For the first time in all the months I have looked after her, arousal. The most intense jasmine sweetness. I remember it painfully well.

So Briss found her. The fucking robot with no passion found her.

As my anger and humiliation swirls. Because that’s what’s happened. She’s chewed me up and spat me out. I’m the victim of her fucking mind games. After everything I have done for her. Betrayed my pack, shed my useless wolf and rescued her from Alpha Phillipe’s henchmen.

Shaking my head in confusion I silently doused the whole fucking place in gasoline. Flinging a match into the kitchen where she should h