Approved for Her Rejected for Me novel Chapter 35

Wayne’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his frown deepened. Kaven froze in the middle of a sob.

I pulled a cocktail napkin from a passing tray, wiped the champagne from my hands, and crouched down. I picked up the broken glass piece by piece and dropped it onto a nearby empty tray.

Once I’d picked up every last shard, I straightened and met Wayne’s eyes. “I need to change. If you’ll excuse me.”

I turned and walked toward the stairs with my back straight. I could feel Wayne’s stare burning a hole between my shoulder blades the whole way up.

I made it back to my room, shut the door, and leaned against it with my eyes closed. Seven years of devotion, and it ended like this.

My phone lit up on the nightstand. An encrypted message from Victor.

[We got border clearance. My men land in three days. The Silver Moon Pack will pay for everything they’ve done to you.]

My eyes stung as I read his message.

A sharp bang made me jump. The door slammed open.

Wayne.

His gaze locked on the phone in my hand. He cleared the room in a blur of motion and ripped it from my grip.

My pulse spiked.

The screen went black before he could read it. He tossed the phone onto the carpet without a second glance.

He gripped my chin and tilted my face up, those green eyes searching my face. I didn’t fight him.

The mate bond still throbbed between us, curse it all.

“Why did you roll over like that?”

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and met his gaze. “You’ve been telling me for years to control my temper. I gave her the ring. I gave her the necklace. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Something flickered in Wayne’s eyes. He released my chin and pulled me against him.

His cedar scent was laced with Kaven’s sickly sweet citrus perfume, and my stomach turned. Lydia bristled at the scent of another woman.

He bent close, breath warm against my ear. “I know today was hard on you, but Kaven’s sister saved my life

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and lost her wolf because of it. I owe her family.”

“Behave yourself and remember your place, and you’ll fare better than the rest.”

He waited, like he expected me to be grateful.

Three sharp knocks cut through the moment. Kaven’s voice drifted through the door.

“Wayne, I can’t catch my breath. Can you come here?”

Wayne let go of me and strode out the door. He paused in the doorway and glanced back.

“There’s a charity gala tomorrow night. I’m taking Kaven.”

“She doesn’t have anything suitable to wear. Have the pack seamstress take the Moon Gown from your

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