Chapter 82

I felt my heart freeze as Darius's silver-gray eyes locked with mine across the supermarket aisle, the familiar sensation of our bond stretching between us despite my efforts to sever it. "You can't call her that!" Draven stepped forward protectively, his stance radiating pure aggression toward my former mate. I tried to focus on examining a bottle of organic ketchup, pretending my hands weren't trembling. Three years of marriage, and Darius had never once bothered to learn my childhood nickname. Now he had the audacity to look confused about it? I was about to push the cart away, desperate to escape this unwanted encounter, when a joyful yip erupted from my tote bag. "Daddy!" Snowball's fluffy head popped out, his electronic tail wagging frantically at the sight of Darius. Before I could react, Snowball launched himself like a tiny white missile straight into Darius's waiting arms, yipping with unmistakable delight. "What the hell?" I whispered, watching in shock as my former Alpha—th