tonight.”
“No! No, no, no,” she screeched as she shot off the bed. Stiletto-sharp nails raked through his shirt and grazed his skin.
He twisted catching her hand and shook her. “It is over.”
“You can’t replace me,” she spat. “I am your mate!”
“You are a bad decision after a long night of drinking. Who would miss you? Goddess know I wouldn’t and I doubt the boys would have an issue remembering what you look like after a few days.” He shoved her down and continued removing her things from the hangers. Her things slipped from his hand into the open case and he reached down to grab a few pairs of shoes.
Reana shot up. Her nose spread and her jaw jutted out as she shifted. He straightened and clutched her by the throat. Colin yanked her up against him. The soft contours of her body molded against the hard lines of his. Her nipples tented the bodice of the thin nightgown and he shook his head. “Take the car. You can have the bank account I left with your name on it. I have canceled all the credit cards and instructed Volkshire’s lawyers as well as the council that you are no longer a part of our pack once our divorce is final. Do you understand me?”
“You can’t leave me without pack support.” Spittle dribbled out the corner of her mouth as she sought to get the words out. Her breath came out in shallow pants.
“I thought I was being generous.” He shrugged and released her neck. She dropped at his feet, sprawled across the suitcase. “You’re still pretty, sort of. I mean, a little surgery around the eyes might go a long way. You could easily find another sucker to take care of you.”
“I’m taking my sons.” She pushed up clutching his thigh.
He unleashed his wolf and snapped his jaws as teeth filled his mouth. Colin got in her face. “Think about speaking to my boys before you leave or ever contacting them and I assure you it will take more than a little plastic surgery to put you back together. Get dressed!” He pulled free of her hold and stepped away, disgusted. At some time in their marriage she forfeited her beast for human trappings. The clothes, the money, she developed a deep sense of materialism and when she changed so did her scent. It was hard enough to look at her but her odor turned his stomach.
She gathered her clothes and closed the case, standing. “This isn’t over.” Her words held a hard edge. She prowled to the chest and wrenched drawers open, pulling out clothes.
“It is for me. Take all that you can carry. I’ll have some staff burn the rest.” He stomped to the door and yanked it open.
“Ian won’t let you get rid of me so easily,” she muttered. Veins stood stark against the tanned skin of her temple and throat. “I will be back—”
“For an animal, you don’t hear very well. My father will be dead and you no longer exist.” He slammed the door behind him.
Chapter Six
Hot air blew from the vent above her. It wasn’t cold enough to have the heat on so high. Robbie wiped the sweat off her top lip and smiled down at Marree. She sat at Robbie’s feet trying to give a baby doll a bottle. Seri was crouched in the corner, and every time she attempted to approach the child, Seri would bare her teeth. Her blond hair hung in damp clumps down her back. Surprisingly, Marree seemed to enjoy the heat, becoming more animated and quite talkative. If only she could understand what the little girl was chattering about.
Robbie rose and Seri growled. Marree’s head darted between the two people and she got to her feet holding her doll by the ankle and toddled over to Seri. She dropped down next to her sister and thrust the doll in Seri’s direction. Seri took the doll and finally smiled patting the baby doll’s heart and pointing to her then Marree. It was strange watching the nonverbal interaction and Robbie noted Seri would only let Marree get close. Spinning in a circle, she searched the room for the thermostat and spotted it on the wall
“No! No, no, no,” she screeched as she shot off the bed. Stiletto-sharp nails raked through his shirt and grazed his skin.
He twisted catching her hand and shook her. “It is over.”
“You can’t replace me,” she spat. “I am your mate!”
“You are a bad decision after a long night of drinking. Who would miss you? Goddess know I wouldn’t and I doubt the boys would have an issue remembering what you look like after a few days.” He shoved her down and continued removing her things from the hangers. Her things slipped from his hand into the open case and he reached down to grab a few pairs of shoes.
Reana shot up. Her nose spread and her jaw jutted out as she shifted. He straightened and clutched her by the throat. Colin yanked her up against him. The soft contours of her body molded against the hard lines of his. Her nipples tented the bodice of the thin nightgown and he shook his head. “Take the car. You can have the bank account I left with your name on it. I have canceled all the credit cards and instructed Volkshire’s lawyers as well as the council that you are no longer a part of our pack once our divorce is final. Do you understand me?”
“You can’t leave me without pack support.” Spittle dribbled out the corner of her mouth as she sought to get the words out. Her breath came out in shallow pants.
“I thought I was being generous.” He shrugged and released her neck. She dropped at his feet, sprawled across the suitcase. “You’re still pretty, sort of. I mean, a little surgery around the eyes might go a long way. You could easily find another sucker to take care of you.”
“I’m taking my sons.” She pushed up clutching his thigh.
He unleashed his wolf and snapped his jaws as teeth filled his mouth. Colin got in her face. “Think about speaking to my boys before you leave or ever contacting them and I assure you it will take more than a little plastic surgery to put you back together. Get dressed!” He pulled free of her hold and stepped away, disgusted. At some time in their marriage she forfeited her beast for human trappings. The clothes, the money, she developed a deep sense of materialism and when she changed so did her scent. It was hard enough to look at her but her odor turned his stomach.
She gathered her clothes and closed the case, standing. “This isn’t over.” Her words held a hard edge. She prowled to the chest and wrenched drawers open, pulling out clothes.
“It is for me. Take all that you can carry. I’ll have some staff burn the rest.” He stomped to the door and yanked it open.
“Ian won’t let you get rid of me so easily,” she muttered. Veins stood stark against the tanned skin of her temple and throat. “I will be back—”
“For an animal, you don’t hear very well. My father will be dead and you no longer exist.” He slammed the door behind him.
Chapter Six
Hot air blew from the vent above her. It wasn’t cold enough to have the heat on so high. Robbie wiped the sweat off her top lip and smiled down at Marree. She sat at Robbie’s feet trying to give a baby doll a bottle. Seri was crouched in the corner, and every time she attempted to approach the child, Seri would bare her teeth. Her blond hair hung in damp clumps down her back. Surprisingly, Marree seemed to enjoy the heat, becoming more animated and quite talkative. If only she could understand what the little girl was chattering about.
Robbie rose and Seri growled. Marree’s head darted between the two people and she got to her feet holding her doll by the ankle and toddled over to Seri. She dropped down next to her sister and thrust the doll in Seri’s direction. Seri took the doll and finally smiled patting the baby doll’s heart and pointing to her then Marree. It was strange watching the nonverbal interaction and Robbie noted Seri would only let Marree get close. Spinning in a circle, she searched the room for the thermostat and spotted it on the wall
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