“Actually,” I said, “I think there is something you can do for me, Scott. But this has to stay between us.” “Of course, Luna Hannah. Whatever you need.” “I need you to research an internet user known as WhiteRabbit.” … “Drake?” I called out as I stepped into the dimly lit training center. “Y
HannahThe sounds of fighting had stopped, the ring going utterly silent save for one thing: the growls that escaped my throat before I even realized what I was doing.Drake blinked at me in shock for a moment, his eyes flickering down to my stomach—where my left hand was still protectively pressed.
I studied his face, looking for any sign of deception. But all I saw was genuine concern and sincerity, and my shoulders slumped ever so slightly.“Alright,” I said finally. “I believe you. And for the record, I never planned on going back on my promise about Zoe. I’ll set it up soon, okay?”Drake’s
HannahI settled down on the cushion next to Noah with a soft sigh, tucking my legs underneath myself and casting my eyes over the chaos of papers spread out in front of us. Noah hummed to himself beside me and picked up one of the papers, muttering something before crumpling it up and tossing it in
But, deep down, something stirred in me. And I couldn’t help but act up, even if only a little bit.“How about we share it?” I suggested, picking up the cookie. I put half of it in my mouth, leaving the other half sticking out, and leaned close to him on my palms. “Bite the other half off,” I mumble
HannahThe second I entered the private restaurant, my eyes were already scanning the room critically. Everything had to be perfect for Drake and Zoe’s date—everything. Not even saying a word to the hostess, I moved swiftly to the table in the corner and began nervously smoothing out the white table
HannahI hesitated for a moment before sinking into the chair across from Noah. His eyes followed me the entire way, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.“So,” Noah began, his voice low and surprisingly controlled, “do you want t
I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to say could either reveal something that I didn’t want to know or just piss him off even further. “I saw you and Zoe talking after the pageant,” I finally muttered. “You seemed... intimate. And you lied about being with her that day. You said you
“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