The next day, I invited Scott to the house for coffee and a chat. As we sat at the dining table, sipping at our mugs, we talked about everything from the success of my interview to the effect that wearing that dress had on Noah. Somehow, we landed on Scott’s recent string of blind dates set up by No
“There she is, the guest of honor!” Viona exclaimed as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me inside. “I’m still not sure if this is such a good idea,” I said. Nevertheless, I let her pull me into the living room, where music boomed and several young handsome men had gathered. “Trust me, you need t
Noah watched as the servants transformed his dining room into an elegant hall for the family banquet. With the most elite werewolves of the Pack and their families coming to this intimate gathering, he wanted to ensure that everything was perfect. Besides, anything that kept him away from Hannah a
I walked over to the counter and dug out the mason jars. One of the jars was sticky on the side, and I found that the lid was loose with juice leaking down the side. Fortunately, none of it had gotten on Zoe’s bag. I tried to tighten the lid but had to open it for realignment. Looking into the jar
Noah and I prepared to accept Drake into our home. Drake would be staying at Le Palais, the most luxurious hotel in the Nightcrest Pack territory, but for his first night there, we were holding an intimate dinner to welcome him to the area. It would only be Noah, Drake, myself—and Zoe and Adam. “I
Noah growled almost imperceptibly. “Your ex-wife,” he countered. Drake’s hands curled into fists. The muscles in his arms tightened, and his jaw clenched. I could tell that it was taking everything in him to not spring at Noah and tear him apart just for the reminder. When I looked over at Noa
Hannah That night, after the awkward tension at dinner, I found myself unable to finish my plate. The rest of the family banquet went by without incident, Noah keeping his distance after I had seen him watching me from the hallway. I pretended to eat, falling back into my old habits: pushing my fo
Noah As Noah returned the plate to the kitchen sink, he found himself unable to fully suppress the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. Despite his lingering anger and frustration with Hannah, he couldn’t help feeling a glimmer of pride at her attempt to eat something. Her eating
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans