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Married.
Fucking married?
I waited until I’d turned off her street before I demolished my dash with a smash of my fist. The wound at my side throbbed, as if in direct response to my agitation. f*****g hell. The burn was a reminder of exactly what I’d intended to do. Not go after Becky. But I had, and in the end, she’d given me the perfect excuse not to do so.
Then why was I f*****g losing my s**t? Fate was a cunt.
I seriously wanted to kill someone right now, and I wouldn’t have minded if it was her husband.
Soon to be ex-husband, I hoped.
I never touched a married or claimed woman. Ever. She didn’t belong to me.
But Becky did, though. My wolf didn’t care about a legal piece of paper. A marriage was a human bond, not a shifter one. The fact that she’d ended it two years ea
