My husband Alpha Liam has a female bestie, Breanne. What should have been a bond between two mates quickly turned into something else entirely… three.
Breanne accompanied us everywhere. She seemed to be in control of our very lives; she managed Liam’s schedules, his finances and would call or text him at all hours of the night. Our honeymoon hadn’t been exempted either. She was there, showed up in the middle of our first night. There was an issue with the cellphone reception, and she needed his signature on something.
They both claimed it was nothing but friendship, until the night I caught them, naked in bed together.
Liam swore up and down that he was drunk and thought it was me under the covers in bed. Breanne was sent away under the weight of scandal. But one year later, on our third anniversary, Breanne was summoned back, more ruthless than ever, determined to destroy me.
Three years of mateship, I could no longer tolerate being last in Liam’s list of priorities, while Breanne always came first. Who was his mate, and who was just a friend? I could no longer answer that question, and I was tired of trying to defend us.
I’m done living in another woman’s shadow. I’m done with their lies. This time, I’ll truly walk away. I’m only twenty-seven, I still have the chance to rebuild my life, without them.
99 Times For Alpha’s Bestie Chapter 03 Chapter 3 The Breaking Point I didn’t sleep all night; I couldn’t. Instead, I spent those hours cutting up every photograph of us together. There weren’t many, I realized. My phone was filled with pictures of Liam whenever I could sneak photos when he was distracted or busy. […]
99 Times For Alpha’s Bestie Chapter 02 Chapter 2 This Time, His Sweet Talk Won’t Work My mind was made up before he finally came to our room. This wasn’t like my previous impulsive threats in an attempt to get him to see the mistakes he was continuously making in our bond. This time, I
99 Times For Alpha’s Bestie Chapter 01 Chapter 1 Dropping the Mate I stood at the gate of the Sterling Moon Packhouse, clutching a cake box that had begun to melt in the summer heat. My usually pristine blonde hair was now stuck to my neck and face in damp strands, and my designer dress
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