Chapter 3

We had just gotten into bed, the heat rising in the bathroom, when she knocked frantically on our door wearing a sheer, lace nightgown.

"Silas, the baby has a high fever! He won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do!"

Without saying a word, Silas got dressed and rushed her and the baby to the clinic.

Though I was upset, I tried to be understanding. She was a grieving single mother. I swallowed my frustration and followed them.

But when I reached the hospital room, the scene made my chest tight.

Sienna was practically hanging off Silas, weeping dramatically.

"Silas, if anything happens to the baby, I won't be able to face Mason in the afterlife."

Silas comforted her gently, over and over. "Don't worry, I'm here."

They were too close. Their body language was intimate, crossing every boundary of what was acceptable between a brother-in-law and a widow. My female instinct told me she wanted him.

After that night, Sienna invaded our lives completely.

During the day, when Silas was busy with pack business, she stayed in her room and never showed her face to me. But the moment Silas came home, she would change into revealing clothes, lingering in the hallways and courtyard, trying to catch his eye.

On many mornings, right when Silas and I were waking up and getting intimate, she would barge into our bedroom under the pretense of "cleaning," just standing there staring at us.

Even worse, she never covered herself when breastfeeding the baby if Silas was in the room.

It sickened me. I dropped hints to her to keep some boundaries, but she either pretended not to understand or immediately started crying, making me look like the bully.

I got tired of it. I told Silas about my discomfort multiple times, but he always dismissed it, saying I was just being paranoid and jealous.

One night, Silas was out late for a pack meeting and didn't return. I got up at midnight to get some water and passed her bedroom.

I heard her clear, breathless voice from inside, whispering his name over and over. "Silas... oh, Silas..."

It was filled with pure lust.

I stood there, feeling physically sick.

Once I was sure of her dirty thoughts, I demanded we move out or get a divorce. But Silas accused me of making trouble out of nothing.

"We have a perfect house. What are you throwing a fit for now?"

I didn't have solid evidence, so I couldn't voice my wild suspicions. I had to swallow my anger.

But my silence only made Sienna bolder.

She figured out my cycle and stayed quiet during the days she knew Silas and I wouldn't be intimate. But every other night, she found a reason to call him.

"Silas, the bathroom pipe burst."

"Silas, the heater is broken. It's freezing."

"Silas, my chest feels tight, I feel so sick..."

Every single night.

Finally, I snapped and confronted her face-to-face.

"Sienna, Silas is my mate. He is the next Alpha of the Shadowspine Pack. He is not your personal plumber or your doctor. If something breaks or you feel sick, call the pack maintenance or the pack doctor."

Sienna bit her lip, her eyes pooling with tears, looking incredibly victimized.

Silas immediately yelled at me.

"What is wrong with you? I told you, she just lost her husband. What is wrong with me helping her? Even if you're jealous, have some decency!"

"Fine. I won't be jealous anymore. You two can live together!"

Furious, I packed my bags and drove back to the Silvervein Pack. That was our second major fight in our seven years together.

The next day, Silas showed up at my pack house with flowers. He knelt before my parents and the Silvervein elders, swearing he would keep his distance from Sienna. But I refused to forgive him.

He came back day after day, sucking up to my family. Even his mother, Elaine, stepped in. She promised she would move in with Sienna, and Silas and I could move into a private villa far away from them.

Looking at the man I had loved for seven years, seeing the desperation in his eyes, my heart softened.

I remembered our college days. He had jumped in front of a drunk guy to protect me. He had carried me through a thunderstorm to the hospital when I had a severe allergic reaction. Those memories were still so vivid.

"This is your last chance," I told him, taking the flowers. "One more boundary crossed, and we are completely over."