The Fight Begins

Hannah is a stunning woman. Rogan was insane for not telling me in detail how fucking perfect she is.

She's probably the tallest woman I’ve met, slender, blonde, and gorgeous. She's thirty-two and her voice is low and raspy, sensual. She's not only smart, like Rogan said, she's sophisticated and intelligent.

And this is my first date in... ever, so I'm a little rusty. Also, my experience talking to women is not the best since all of them end up fucking hating my guts.

I can tell Hannah is sexually into me, which isn’t surprising, but she sometimes looks at Shanna and they share a specific look, as if they’re complaining about me telepathically. But I don't care. Rogan is right, Hannah is Luna material.

I have to be smart with this one.

"By the way… Jae has a son, Tate. Did I tell you about that?" Shanna asks all of a sudden.

"You didn't, but of course I know about the Alpha's son," Hannah says with an obvious tone before looking back at me, "How is he? He's around six or seven,