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I’ve made Daniel cry a lot during our marriage, but only in play, never for bad reasons.

Still…

I’m not going to lie. The thought of my boy exacting punishment on Ward for breaking my heart all those years ago?

I catch sight of myself and my evil smile in the dresser mirror as I pass it.

That’s the smile of a monster.

It’s almost enough to scare me.

Almost.

I truly hope Ward meant it when he said he wished he could make it up to me for all the years of pain and loneliness I endured when he ghosted.

Because Daniel’s going to take it out of Ward’s ass for me.

Literally.

I know I hurt my boy, but in Daniel’s world, there is only one sin worse than me hurting him—and that’s the fact that someone else hurtme.

Discarding my shirt, I remove my undershirt and work on my slacks.

My boy’s going to unleash holy terror on Ward. And when Daniel’s finished exacting punishment, and has satisfied and soothed the pain in his soul, and established to Ward who the true Alpha is between them?

Then it’ll bemyturn.

There’s no way I’ll ever let Ward run from us now.

Even if I have to ruin him—and myself—to keep him.

The End