Divorced, I Married the Big Bad Wolf

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The night I signed my divorce papers and walked out with nothing but a suitcase and forty dollars, I spotted a little ad taped to a lamppost. *Stepmother wanted for young child. Age and species not important. Must be patient. Room and board provided.* Room and board. That's what got me. That same night, I walked straight into the home sur Alaric Greymane. The most powerful wolf in the city. Later, my ex-husband would look down at me with that same arrogance he always carried. "Iris, have you finally realized you were wrong?" Before I could answer, a four-year-old wolf pup threw himself in front of me.