Heather POV
The b***h, Cynthia, grated on my nerves. She had the guts to tell me to leave my mate, just because she wants him, and thinks he is hers. What a b***h, she was so overpowering with her perfume. I am not surprised her mate can’t find her over that fake smell.
How dare she make such claims?
He was never hers in the first place to put on such claims as being hers.
I wanted to scratch her eyes out but somehow managed to contain how I really felt. My wolf would have had her on the floor bleeding out if I had let her.
Mason taking me to see Morgan’s picture was a good distraction, and seeing it there hanging up on the wall made me well up with emotions. I knew the hours of work he had put into that painting, and thoughts of that b***h soon evaporated.
Mason came behind me and
