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He didn’t get a chance to say what he was going to. Instead, his wolf went on alert as the scent of someone who should not have been anywhere close to him invaded his senses.

Gina stiffened. “Quinn? What’s wrong?”

His eyes widened then he looked toward the front door as the one person he never wanted to see again walked through.

“Helena,” he growled.

Gina sucked in a breath but didn’t move.

Helena grinned at him, her bright blue eyes filled with something he couldn’t decipher, and her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze.

“Quinn. I’m back.”

Hell. No.

She couldn’t be back. He wouldn’t have her back.

Fate really fucking hated him.

Hated. Him.

Chapter Ten

Gina slowly slid off Quinn’s lap, her body tight as a string. She refused to look at him because, if she did, she was afraid of what she’d see. Plus, she needed to keep her eyes on the wolf that had walked through the door.

Helena.

Quinn’s mate.

In his home.

What. The. Hell.

Her wolf whimpered then thought better and growled.

She didn’t say anything.

She couldn’t.

Instead, she stood there like a freaking idiot and watched the woman that Quinn had once loved—or maybe still loved—walk through the door like she owned the place. She knew Helena had never lived here, but that didn’t stop the woman from acting like she belonged.

Belonged while Gina didn’t.

Holy hell, there wasn’t a guidebook for this. She had no idea what to do. From the look on Quinn’s face, he didn’t either. That hurt her more than it should have. If he’d truly hated Helena like he said he had, he’d have done something by now. Yelled or thrown her out.

Instead, they were standing there like they had something to say yet didn’t know how to say it, and Gina was breaking.

Again.

This was the woman who Quinn had chosen. The one he’d put his heart and soul into loving. Gina was the woman he’d been forced to be with. Helena was Jesse’s mother. Gina was nothing.

She wasn’t sure she could handle much more. If things had been different, if Quinn had mated with her because he’d wanted to, not because he’d had to, maybe she’d have fought, but she couldn’t.

Why bother?

Who was this wolf inside her who had given up? Who was this woman who wanted to run away and not deal with the fact that the woman who had broken Quinn’s heart and left the Pack was now in Quinn’s domain?

Gina didn’t, and she didn’t like who she was becoming.