Karl I’m standing outside of my brother’s room, my hand lingering in front of the doorknob. This is it. After years of being in a coma, my brother is finally awake. I take a deep breath and push the door open. And there he is, sitting up in bed. “Ethan,” I breathe, my voice catching in my thro
Abby Excitement courses through me as I fasten my pristine white chef’s coat in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My hair is pulled back into a neat bun, still a tiny bit damp from my morning shower. “Today is the day,” I say out loud, even though I’m completely alone in my apartmen
John gets to work preparing the meat, and Anton starts on the desserts. I place my focus on the main courses, a wide variety of different meals that all need to be prepped, from luxurious seafood dishes to hearty steak and potatoes. Daisy and Chloe, with their impeccable attention to detail, begin
Abby I take a deep breath as the Alpha party begins, the buzz of excitement and chatter filling the air. It’s finally here, the culmination of months of hard work and preparation. I couldn’t be more excited—and I also couldn’t be more terrified. “Abby, the first orders are coming in,” John calls
Daisy hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering with discomfort before she finally answers. “I think so. It was a table of Lunas.” My heart clenches. I think I know exactly who Daisy is referring to; and yes, they would absolutely, without a doubt, do something horrendous like this. They’ve ne
Karl The Alpha party is in full swing, and I’ve got Shana on my arm, introduced as my date for the evening. We make our entrance onto the dancefloor, and immediately, I sense the eyes of the other Lunas—the ones who used to be Abby’s ‘friends’, and also who I just so happened to kick out of Abby’s
Amidst the sea of faces, though, another familiar figure approaches us. It’s Daniel, an Alpha who used to be close to both Abby and me when we were married years ago. His warm smile is genuine as he greets me. “Karl, my old friend!” Daniel exclaims, extending a hand toward me. “It’s been far too l
Abby The dinner rush has finally died down, and Anton, John and I are just finishing up our last batch of orders. We’ve been working tirelessly all night, and I can’t wait to have a moment of reprieve. Music is playing over the kitchen speakers, but I’ve hardly heard a word of it, too focused on t