Chapter Fifty

Roan Roan’s wolf skimmed the surface. He wanted to chase the bastard down and rip him to shreds. Roan had been sure that Duke was human when he caught his scent for the first time. Why he would fake it with Sullen didn’t make sense. He understood wanting to take over his pack to gain an army. He didn’t understand what Sullen had to do with any of this. Did he single out Roan’s pack because he was mated to Sullen? Roan didn’t know, but his wolf grew angrier as he read the text messages that he sent Sullen. “He called you little fox,” Roan mumbled. Sullen nodded, worry written all over her face. “I don’t get it. Why is he doing this? He didn’t give two craps about me before, and now he’s hell bent on getting me back? What am I missing?” Roan tossed her phone onto the bed, and placed his palms on the side of her face. “We’re both missing something. It’s not just you.” Roan glanced around the room, looking for something out of place. Someone had definitely been in their ro