“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
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
Noah stared back at me, as though he could not comprehend what I had just told him. Scott’s gaze alternated between the two of us, his expression remaining neutral. “Explain,” Noah said simply. I glanced at Scott, looking for some support, but he subtly shook his head. Now was not the time for u
I was drained just listening to all these events. I used to love the spotlight and the exposure, but that was back when I loved Noah, when I wanted to stand by his side, proclaim him as mine to the world, and relished the envy of other women as they basked in our glory. But now I knew that was all j
“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