My Alpha Said I’d Crawl Back in Three Days

Summary

On the night of our eighth anniversary, I cooked everything Ethan loved.

He didn't come home.

I sat alone at the table until the food went cold.

Then I did what I always did.

I opened Selene's profile on the pack network.

New post.

One hour ago.

A photo of Ethan, shirtless, building a fire in her den.

Her hand on his shoulder.

Her face turned toward the camera with a smile that showed too many teeth.

The caption read:

Grateful for old friends who drop everything when you need them. Even their marking anniversaries.

I stared at it until my eyes burned.

Then I liked it.