The Lone Wolf's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #3)

by Cate C. Wells

If I were a doll, I’d tear my own stuffing out.

But I’m a grown female. I reach for my tea. I dunk the bag a few times and wring it dry with its thread around the spoon. I make myself keep going, hold it together. The only way past is through. I learned that years ago.