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I don’t wait for the rest.
I don’t care about whatever Tony’s about to say, or Tricia’s crocodile tears.
Right now, I only care about one thing.
Finding my runaway mate.
Because she thinks I don’t want her.
She thinks I’d sleep with someone else.
And if I don’t fix this now?
I might lose her forever.
Chapter 20
MJ
Chocolate Pity Party Headquarters (a.k.a. Carina’s Kitchen)
There are seven Nutella stuffed chocolate doughzeppolesleft.
Correction—six, now that Dina just inhaled another one like her damn Wolf Shifter mate.
“I’ll kill him and skin him and have him for a throw rug!” she snarls, caramel sauce dripping down her wrist like it’s a visual aid for murder.
I blink at her. “Dina, Jesus.”
“What?” She shrugs, unapologetic. “If the mane fits?—”
I blink again, but I’m too heartbroken to even make a decent joke.
Which, if you know me, is a big red flag.
Because I’m always the funny one. The snarky one. The one who doesn’t fall for guys like this.
Carter Leone—total heartbreaker. The one you know you should steer clear of if you know what’s good for you.
But like a dope, I didn’t.
I fell for him. And I fell hard enough to be sitting in my sister’s kitchen with fudge on my cheek and emotional trauma in my chest.
I sigh, dragging another zeppole through the hot fudge like it personally offended me—because triple the chocolate equals triple the cure, right?
“I mean, I knew he wasn’t in his right mind at the meet and greet. The pheromones were off the charts, we were both worked up, and yeah, I practically begged him to fuck me—actually, I’m positive I did just that.”
The silence that follows is deafening.
Until Carina chokes on her cocoa.
“You did what?!”
Humiliation slaps me across the face like a wet towel, but I barely flinch. I just cover my eyes with one hand and groan.
“Yep. Your baby sister brought shame upon thefamily name. Lock up your sons. The whore of Newark walks among you.”
Carina gapes like I just confessed to sacrificing virgins in the name of Satan.
