Natalia
I watched as Blake tried to find the words to explain what the other woman was doing in his room at that hour. There was no need, of course; her purpose was obvious. She was only wearing lacy underwear. My dear husband probably hadn't bothered to inform his mistress that I was coming home with him.
I insisted on asking him, glad that he felt uncomfortable. I lay on the bed and crossed my arms, waiting for his explanation. I wanted him to give me a good reason why that sl.ut was in his bed, and I had no intention of hiding it. That jerk didn't mention his mistress when he forced me to sign his contract.
"Natalia, she wasn't supposed to be in here, babe. She means nothing to me. We just had fun together, both single and unmated, nothing more. I didn't get to inform my pack about o
