Chapter 37

Author Weslee Carter sat at the table, watching her husband eat the meal she had carefully made—for herself. Her fingers tightened around her fork as Alpha Shawn finished the last bite of the omelet she had been looking forward to. The dining room, usually quiet and empty when she ate alone, now felt small and uncomfortable with him sitting across from her. "I'm hungry," was all Alpha Shawn had said when he walked in. No explanation. No apology. Just that. As if that made it okay to show up unannounced and take what wasn't his. The meal she spent an hour cooking had disappeared into Shawn's mouth in minutes. When she stood up to clear the table, Alpha Shawn spoke again, his low voice cutting through the heavy silence. "Leave it. Ask others to clean up." Weslee didn't even look at him. "It's fine. I'll do it," she said calmly, her tone distant. She gathered the plates and walked to the kitchen, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. His stare made her skin crawl. At the sink, she filled