#Chapter 44

Aaron’s POV She slept with him. I seethe at my kitchen table. I kept it together just long enough to get Ruby to school this morning, then I made arrangements for her to sleep over at a friend’s house tonight. That’s one nice thing about being the Werewolf President: families are always so honored to have Ruby over that it’s like having a free village of willing nannies. I take another sip of whatever liquor was closest to my hand when I reached in the cabinet that’s out of Ruby’s reach. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve filled my glass. I close my eyes at the memory I’m struggling to drown out. The undeniable scent of him all over Mae’s wolf, her silky, black fur shining under the moonlight as she just lied there on the fallen pine needles where I’d thrown her down. Submitting in a way I haven’t been used to in a long time, and – I realize – in a way I no longer want. I try to remind myself that this is Mae’s wolf’s fault, not Mae’s. It’s her wolf who is keeping us a