LOGIN“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
Finally, I waved my hand and said, “You’ve done shit-all to help with my recovery.” Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pulled back a bit. “What’s really your problem, Hannah?” he asked, momentarily raising his tone but then quickly clearing his throat and lowering his voice so that we wouldn’t be overhea
Hannah I tightened my grip on Noah’s arm, my nails digging ever so slightly into his flesh as I yanked him back toward me. He stumbled slightly, an irritated frown creasing his brow as he turned to face me. “What the hell is your problem?” he snapped, trying to shrug his arm out of my grasp. W
Hannah The kids all looked up in unison at the sound of the voice. One little boy gasped: “Alpha Drake!” Indeed, there he was: Drake, in all his glory, standing against a nearby wall with his hands in his pockets. He had a grin on his face as he pushed away from the wall and approached. “Hanna
HannahZoe’s house was a mess.I couldn’t believe my eyes as I stepped into the living room. What was clearly meant to be a sleek, modern living room was instead covered in unfolded laundry, dirty dishes, and used takeout containers. The surfaces were cluttered with books, mail, and other random jun







