Karl I stride numbly along rain-slicked city streets, my hood drawn up and my hands in my pockets. The rain has melted away all the snow, although I can’t help but wonder how soon it’ll take for the temperature to drop again and turn it all to ice. My heart is made of ice now, too. Abby kicked m
His words make me scowl, but he’s not wrong. I finally had it all: my pack, my mate, my life. But, like always, I had to go and ruin it. And at this point, I’m not even sure if I was genuinely trying to help Abby have the baby she’s always wanted or if I was just self-destructing because some evil p
Abby I slump against the plush window of the luxury bus, the rain streaking down outside matching my gloomy mood. Prince Damon spared no expenses with our own personal bus to take me and my staff to the estate, with plush seats, snacks, fresh coffee, and even free wifi. I should be relaxed right n
Abby I slump against the plush window of the luxury bus, the rain streaking down outside matching my gloomy mood. Prince Damon spared no expenses with our own personal bus to take me and my staff to the estate, with plush seats, snacks, fresh coffee, and even free wifi. I should be relaxed right n
Abby The bus finally lurches to a stop after what feels like forever, and I take a deep, steadying breath as I peer out the fogged window. Despite my lingering nausea and the sadness still clouding my mood after last night, awe rises in my chest as I take in the enormous, sprawling mansion that’
When we get to an ornately carved door, Edgar gives me an encouraging smile. “Go right in, miss. Best of luck with the meeting.” Before I can overthink it, I slip inside. Compared to everything else I’ve seen so far, Prince Damon’s study is rather understated: just gleaming wood, a massive desk, w
Abby When I return to the lavish quarters where my staff and I will be staying, a sense of organized chaos envelops me; John and Anton are already playing an intense game of foosball, Daisy and Ethan are bickering over which movie to watch, popcorn is popping in the mini kitchen, and Chloe appears
“Abby…” There it is. Karl’s familiar, gravelly voice fills the room over the speaker. Just hearing him say my name makes my heart jolt in my chest. I should hang up and delete this voicemail rather than listen to it, but for so many reasons, I don’t move to do it. Maybe it’s because I want to hurt