Scarlett's POV
I blinked wildly, pushing wet strands of hair away from my face. Through the dripping water, I looked toward the foot of the bed.
Talia stood there, holding an empty metal bucket. Her face was twisted into an ugly, hateful sneer.
"Have you no shame?" Talia screamed, her voice trembling with pure rage. She slammed the empty bucket onto the floor with a loud clang. "Look at you! Crawling into another woman's bed! I am married to this man, Scarlett! I am his wife, and you are nothing but a shameless slut trying to steal what belongs to me!"
Beside me, the entire bed shook. The temperature in the room dropped instantly, but it wasn't from the water. It was Leonard. A dark, terrifying growl rumbled deep inside his chest, his inner wolf rising to the surface with deadly intent. He looked ready to tear her head off right then and there.
But I didn't give him the chance.
