HannahI tossed my phone aside, the screen still illuminated with the article titled “Hannah and Noah, the true star-crossed lovers, officially back together?” The accompanying photo showed us at the farmer’s market, pushing Melody’s stroller together, our hands brushing.My cheeks burned at the mem
“Suit yourself, Hannah,” my father sighed, turning to leave. “But don’t let your pride get in the way of your happiness. Sometimes, compromise isn’t weakness—it’s strength.”As the door closed behind him, I rolled my eyes, collapsing back into my chair.Compromise.I may have agreed to be Noah’s dat
HannahThe festival was in full swing by the time Viona, Drake and I walked in. String lights zig-zagged between towering trees, food stands smelled fragrantly of fried dough and roasted walnuts, couples wandered around hand-in-hand.And up ahead, I saw Noah approaching.My spine straightened the mo
The thing I regretted most was taking that last diet pill. It took my baby—followed by my life. Yet I wasn't fat by any standard. The source of my diet pill abuse: my husband and Alpha of the Nightcrest Pack, Noah. He was also the direct cause of my death. As the daughter of the Silvermoon P
I spun around and attempted to push past Noah. He would not move. “Get out of my way,” I commanded. At the sound of my tone, Noah stepped aside. I stormed out of our en suite bathroom and into our bedroom. Noah followed closely behind me. “What is wrong with you tonight?” he demanded. I st
In my first life, Zoe’s appearance at the Acceptance Ceremony caught me completely off-guard. The media had a field day over the reunion of the so-called “star-crossed lovers”, leaving me floundering like a fish out of water. All I could do was force a smile and evade everyone’s questions, which onl
Noah stared in shock as Zoe glided across the stage towards him, a young boy in tow. The other new pack members instinctively parted for her, like a pair of hands parting reeds in a river. Paparazzi clambered to the front of the audience as they tried to be the first to catch a picture of the reunit
“Thank you, Luna Hannah,” Zoe said with more sincerity than I had expected. “Thank you for choosing us as your pack,” I said in an almost sickeningly sweet tone. I turned my attention to her son. “Tell me, how old are you, Adam?” Adam shyly held up four fingers. Zoe smiled and ran her fingers