The Alpha's Divorced Mate

Six years ago I walked out of the Crescent Ridge pack with my husband's signature on our bond and my heart in my teeth. I told myself I was done. Then his council dragged me back through the gate as leverage, put me in the guest room of the house I used to run, and now Knox is down the hall, awake at three in the morning, and the bond he swore he severed is very much alive. He says he's protecting me. He says the trade wasn't his. He says a lot of things in that low voice that used to mean something. The problem is the rival pack wants me back too — and this time they're not asking. I walked away once. I'm not sure I can do it twice, and I'm less sure I want to.