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The current arrangement with Taylor worked just fine, perfect in fact.
“That ship already sailed,” Kansas declared.
Prowler snapped his gaze to his secretary. Not that he'd explicitly told him to keep his mouth shut. He’d assumed it was implied.
Kansas was the only one who’d been raised in a pack, so all shifter questions went directly to him.
So, apparently more of his club knew he was fucking his neighbor than he’d realized.
“Aw, fuck,” a few of his brothers cursed.
“You getting jailed by some pussy, Prez?”
“Hell no. Been there, done that, got the court documents to prove it.”
His ex was relentless. Prowler didn’t have any issues with child support. Hell, he wanted his daughter to have everything and loved her beyond reason. All the shit with Allie was worth it because Cassidy existed.
It was the alimony that pissed him off.
It was Allie constantly using their daughter to try to get him back and pulling shit that didn’t serve anyone but herself.
It was the smiling and nodding while keeping his mouth shut for his daughter’s sake that felt like it was crushing his soul.
“Famous last words,” Ghoul declared with finality.
“Bullshit. My ex is enough to remind me not to make that mistake again.”
Prowler didn’t do feelings anymore, nor did he plan to start. He’d done that once, and it damn near did him in when he caught Allie with another man in their own bed while his daughter slept in the next room.
That was the first time he’d ever killed a man.
It was also how he found himself sharing his body with a wolf.
While he’d love to say it had been a crime committed in the heat of passion killing, it wasn’t. He’d calmly told Allie to get dressed, take his daughter, get a hotel room, and not to return until the next day, all while holding a gun to the naked man’s head.
The voices of the past pelted him.
“Riley, what are you going to do? Riley, don’t hurt him. Riley this, Riley that.”
He’d tuned her out until he heard the door close behind her. That soft snick was like a starter pistol.
Instantly, he’d dropped the gun and beaten the man to death with his bare hands. Apparently, the moment the asshole had tried to shift was when he’d drawn his last breath. All with Prowler’s hands wailing on him.
Prowler learned the hard way that a wolf can transfer.
Every fucking movie had so much wrong about shifters. From what they could and couldn’t scent in human form to ways to kill them. It wasn’t a bite that made wolves. It could happen at the moment of death. And the scent thing was exaggeratedby Hollywood, at least for those who came into their wolf by accident.
By the time Allie had returned the next day with Cassidy, all the evidence of his crime was gone, and his life was forever changed.
The day after that, he’d filed for divorce.
He’d never told Allie what had happened, though she’d asked hundreds of times over the years.
It didn’t really matter if she knew or not; he’d agreed to a ridiculous amount of alimony and all her other terms in the divorce to get rid of her.
The only thing he’d contested was more time with his daughter. Another zero added to Allie’s monthly payment got him that.
“Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.” Ghoul’s words pulled him from the past. Following his gaze, there was Allie, pulling up his drive in a brand-new sports car.
