I put my hands on my hips. “The fact that I rejected you on our intimacy day says it all.” “You clearly enjoyed yourself before,” Noah sneered. I flipped my hair, as though to show Noah that his words did not even phase me. “Seventy percent of all women fake their orgasms,” I countered with
“What is it?” Noah asked. “Just name your condition.” “After the one month ends, you must divorce me,” I replied, “and I get to choose anyone or anything from within the Nightcrest Pack to take back to the Silvermoon Pack. You must never interfere.” Noah arched his brow at me. I could tell that
Viona turned around to look where I was staring. “Huh,” she said, “I think that is. I wonder what he’s doing here.” “I don’t know,” I replied. “He’s acting rather sketchy, though.” “What do you mean?” “Just watch him.” We watched as Scott continued to stare at us, failing to be surreptitio
I tried to tear myself away from Noah, but his grip tightened. His face contorted in anger, and I felt a wave of fear rush through me. Surely, Noah would never hurt me—and definitely not in public—but then again, I did not know how he would react to me dishonoring him like this. I stared at Scott,
I was laying out a tray of cheese and meats on the ottoman in my walk-in closet when I was alerted to a presence at my front door by the security camera app installed on my phone. I took a quick look, and a smile stretched across my face when I saw that it was Viona and Amber, each carrying two bott
The day of the charity ball, I wore the dress that Amber had found and a pair of black stilettos. I made myself up with a smokey eye and scarlet lipstick, and my hair cascaded down my back in loose waves. Completing the ensemble was a small black clutch to hold my cell phone and wallet. As I waite
All the color rushed from Mickey’s face. “I… Alpha Noah, I didn’t realize. Please forgive me…” I raised my hand to put a stop to Mickey’s stammering. “It’s all right, Mickey,” I said, my voice calm and even. My eyes did not leave Noah. “I can explain to Noah what was happening.” I could hear
Zoe closed the gap between us and smiled. “Can we talk?” she asked, motioning outside. I nodded, unsure of what to say. We walked out into the slightly breezy night. I pulled Noah’s jacket more tightly around me, suddenly glad that he gave it to me—but I wouldn’t tell him that. We stood right