Trent stood by his desk, and Monica was in his arms. Their faces were close, far too near. Then, as if on cue, his lips met hers.
That was when it felt like my entire world had collapsed instantly. They kissed, utterly oblivious to the world around them. The way his hand rested on her waist and her smile melted into his—it was as if nothing else mattered.
How dare you!!! My wolf screamed inside me, wanting to shift right there and then. I had to calm her down.
I wanted to storm in, to claw the perfect little bubble they had created for themselves. But I didn’t. This time, I didn’t run either. Instead, I reached for my phone with trembling hands. I snapped a photo, capturing the moment Monica looked up at him with that same sickening smile I’d seen in the auction pictures.
It was perfect.
Then, I walked back to my car. Once inside, I stared at the photo; the image seared into my mind. I opened a dummy account on the pack’s network, uploaded the picture, and sent it directly to Henry, Monica’s mate.
Back home, I packed everything Trent had given me over the past five years and carried the boxes downstairs. I lit the fire and tossed them in individually, watching the flames consume my past.