“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
Hannah Seeing Zoe kiss Noah’s cheek so tenderly, so lovingly, had filled me with a rage that made me want to lash out. I wanted to scream, cry, yell and throw things, even resort to my purging pills once more despite the fact that they had long since been flushed down the toilet. But I didn’t do