I Was Never Yours, Alpha

My father took a piece of my soul when he died. He was my best friend, my best buddy, and with how he left me, it was hard enough to make it through his funeral. If I thought life had taken its full swing on me, damn, I was wrong. The morning after I buried Dad, I received a document from my husband, a petition for divorce.
We were married to strengthen our packs' alliance; what was I expecting?
I was ready to move on, leave everything behind and find peace far from every heartbreak life dumped on me in the span of twenty-four hours. But the night before I was supposed to leave, my husband, Nixon Archer, appeared before me, demanding his claim as my husband.
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"My wolf..." he snarled, his canine elongating. "... wants its claim on you."
Lust, fear, and excitement stirred a lump in my throat. "And you... what do you want?"
He huffed; his need was so dense I could practically taste it with each nervous breath. "I want to f*ck you, consume every part of you, take my claim as your husband."
The tension between us grew as the silence stretched, his wolf stirring wildly in golden flames in his eyes.
"Tell me you don't want this, Sienna," he urged, taunting me.
I was tired of fighting, tired of depriving myself of some consolation in this cruel fate life had bestowed upon me, so I gave in and said, "do it, Nixon... Take me."
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