Hannah After politely excusing myself from the cluster of council members’ wives, I made a beeline for the bar. My throat felt parched, an anxious dryness brought on by Noah’s lingering presence even after he had departed. The flute of champagne was already growing warm in my grip, and I certainly
Hannah With a fresh scowl now etched onto my face, I strode away from Noah, the rapid clicking of my heels against the marble floor echoing the pounding of my heart. Are you drunk already, he had said. All because of what? Because I was polite to Drake? Because I was affectionate toward him? B
Noah Noah watched as Hannah stalked off with a scowl, her hips swaying with each step. His jaw clenched as she disappeared into the crowd without a backward glance, her long black dress moving behind her. She looked so… different lately. Was it just because she had been eating more? No, he thoug
Hannah I led Drake over to the bar, my heels clicking decisively against the marble floor with each step. Part of me felt like I was betraying Noah somehow, despite the fact that he was the one acting unreasonably jealous. He has no right to be jealous, I thought to myself. He’s the one with the
Hannah Noah pulled me onto the dance floor with perhaps a bit more force than was strictly necessary, his grip firm around my waist as the music swelled around us. His brow was furrowed, jaw set in a tense line as he met my gaze head-on. “What was that about giving Drake a tour of the pack?” he
With that, Noah extricated himself from my arms and turned on his heel—stalking off into the crowd without another word or backward glance. The song hadn’t even ended. … Hours later, long after the guests had gone home and the servants had cleared the ballroom, I paced the bathroom connected t
Hannah I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at Noah’s ridiculous request. “Call off the divorce?” I echoed, shaking my head slowly as my amusement faded into disbelief. “You can’t be serious.” Noah’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening. “I am completely serious, Hannah. This divorce could jeopard
Noah’s jaw went slack as I pressed my left hand into his chest, the other working at his belt. His hands curled up into fists around the sheets, just like mine had so many countless times. I could see his obvious arousal tenting the fabric of his trousers, straining for friction and release. “But