It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Six in the morning. His phone screamed on the nightstand.

Joseph shot up like he’d been stabbed. He grabbed for it, fingers shaking, Panic was all over his face, then gone. He glanced “sleeping.”

Satisfied, he slid out to the balcony.

I opened my eyes. My wolf hearing kicked in. I heard the wind. I heard his voice, soft and tender. The voice he used to calm troubled pups was urgent, pleading with whoever was on the line.

I didn’t need to smell her. I knew.

He came back in, moving with purpose. Changed his clothes. “Lois, what for breakfast?”

I rolled over, face in the pillow. “Whatever.”

He ran out.

Half an hour later, he was back. He looked tired. In his hands: two cold roasted deer legs. A cup of goat’s milk, gone cold.

“Lois, line at the good place was crazy,” he said, sounding disappointed. “Got this from a stall. Eat it. Try to, anyway.”

Roadside stall. Cold goat milk.

I didn’t look at the food. I watched him pull out his phone. He took a picture of the sad deer legs. Posted it to the Moon-chatter.

[Ran across half the territory for Luna’s breakfast. Worth it if she’s happy.]

Likes and comments flooded in.

“Alpha’s so whipped!”

“Fated mate goals!”

“Lois is so blessed!”

He beamed at the screen, smug, replying to everyone.

I scrolled the likes. Ada’s name wasn’t there.

Right then, she was posting in her “Close Friends.” A picture. A perfect, steaming steak. Bloody and juicy. The caption: [He crossed half the territory to bring me the fresh kill. Love you, my Wolf King.]

The time stamp? Posted just now.

So. His “running across half the territory” was to deliver fresh meat to her. The cold scraps for me were just an afterthought. A duty checkmark to

his wife.

I stared at the cup of goat’s milk. It smelled thick and wild. The whole thing was a bad joke.

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