The Alpha's Public Betrayal

I shot my husband's second wedding. Then I got in the car and drove home. Saoirse Byrne was the best wedding photographer on the harbor until the day she stood at the back of a chapel and photographed Finn O'Rourke marrying her cousin. An alliance, he'd promised her. A signing ceremony. An annulment by Monday. He kissed the bride at the altar. In front of the whole pack. In front of her. Saoirse uploaded the gallery, packed the car, and left before the dancing started. Nineteen months later, the deal is dead, the cousin is gone, and Finn is standing in her studio doorway with a folder, a bottle of water, and a wolf-pack ritual he wants to walk — a full circuit of the territory with his throat bared, so anyone he's wronged can draw blood once. Saoirse takes her camera. She doesn't take the knife. But she makes him finish the walk.