Abby Karl and I glance over our shoulders one last time at the distant sound of the party before we burst into laughter. He takes my hand, pulling me along after him. The cold night air nips at our cheeks as we run together, my heavy dress held up in one hand to keep it from slowing me down. The
Karl When we’re finished, I stand up in the snow, feeling the exhilaration of our secret rendezvous coursing through my veins. My chest heaves as I catch my breath, and I reach out to help Abby to her feet. Her eyes meet mine, and we share a contented smile. There’s something about being out her
Marcus gestures discreetly toward a corner of the room, and I follow his gaze. My eyes narrow as I spot two figures in elaborate masks, standing amidst the partygoers. It takes a moment for me to make out who they are, but then it becomes clear as day. It’s Ethan and Gianna. I feel a surge of an
Abby Karl’s arm loops around my waist, and he draws me closer, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Stay by my side tonight,” he says. “That’s all I ask; don’t leave me.” My heart skips a beat, and a rosy blush tints my cheeks. After our romp in the snow, I can’t say no right no
But as we’re sipping quietly, a sudden growl rumbles from my stomach. My eyes widen, and I place my hand over my belly, shooting Karl an apologetic look. “Hungry?” Karl asks with a laugh. I can’t help but blush a bit. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I admit quietly. “And after earlier…” “Sa
Abby My mask is laying on the floor, staring up at me in an almost mocking fashion. All around me, people are murmuring my name. “Abby?” “Is that really her?” “What is she doing here?” This wasn’t what I planned. I can’t be seen here, not so soon after the Alpha party debacle. And if peopl
Abby An arm loops around my waist, pulling me close as Karl’s scent envelops me. I bury my face in his chest to protect myself against the scrutiny, and as tears stream down my face, I wonder how I’ll ever be able to recover from this. But then Karl’s voice reverberates through the room, a comma
Karl doesn’t falter. Instead, he doubles down, his actions taking a surprising turn. Releasing his grip on my waist, he strides over to a discarded plate that’s sitting on a table, where a bread roll lays untouched. “Karl, what are you doing?” I hiss, following him. But Karl doesn’t respond. Ins