“Haven’t abandoned us?” she snapped, cutting me off. Her voice rose, already drawing the attention of the few other customers scattered around the store. “Then where the hell have you been? We’re barely holding on, and you’re here buying scarves and sweaters? Are you using Alpha Nicholas’s money to
Nicholas Last night… The waiter had barely set the plate down before I waved him off, leaning back in my chair as I glanced around the expensive restaurant. It was quiet and dimly lit with candles, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of silverware. Perfectly normal. Perfectly
“You don’t have to do this,” she said quietly, but she was already sitting up straighter, her eyes lingering on the food longer than she probably meant them to. “I know.” I set the bag down between us, leaning against the cold cell wall as I watched her unwrap the containers. “But I want to.” Gr
Kayla The moment Noah mentioned my father, I nearly dropped the bundle of clothes I was holding. My eyes went wide. “My… My father?” I barely managed to choke out. Instantly, all of the worst-case scenarios went through my head—with my father’s death being at the forefront. I hoped that wasn’t t
Kayla Noah’s hands were still warm where they had lingered a little too long on my arms, and I hadn’t even registered how close we were standing until I heard the sound of that furious, familiar voice coming from behind me. I barely had time to turn around and realize what was happening before N
“She’s my mate,” Nicholas hissed, gesturing toward my neck where—beneath a thick scarf—my fresh mating mark was still red and pulsing with a strange, tender feeling. “You’ve marked her, yes,” Noah said as calmly as ever. “But Nicholas, you know as well as I do the power of a true fated mate bond.
Kayla Noah stood there silently, watching me with those steady, unflinching eyes of his, waiting for me to say something. Anything. But the weight of his words still lingered in the space between us, and there was no shaking them. Fated mate. The phrase kept looping on repeat in my head, ov
KaylaI was about to marry the man of my dreams, Liam, after six months of anticipation. But he wasn’t here. His absence ruined my wedding.“Luna Kayla has been left at the altar,” I heard people whisper amongst the crowd. “And where is the maid of honor? What a mess…”I forced my back straight and
Kayla Noah stood there silently, watching me with those steady, unflinching eyes of his, waiting for me to say something. Anything. But the weight of his words still lingered in the space between us, and there was no shaking them. Fated mate. The phrase kept looping on repeat in my head, ov
“She’s my mate,” Nicholas hissed, gesturing toward my neck where—beneath a thick scarf—my fresh mating mark was still red and pulsing with a strange, tender feeling. “You’ve marked her, yes,” Noah said as calmly as ever. “But Nicholas, you know as well as I do the power of a true fated mate bond.
Kayla Noah’s hands were still warm where they had lingered a little too long on my arms, and I hadn’t even registered how close we were standing until I heard the sound of that furious, familiar voice coming from behind me. I barely had time to turn around and realize what was happening before N
Kayla The moment Noah mentioned my father, I nearly dropped the bundle of clothes I was holding. My eyes went wide. “My… My father?” I barely managed to choke out. Instantly, all of the worst-case scenarios went through my head—with my father’s death being at the forefront. I hoped that wasn’t t
“You don’t have to do this,” she said quietly, but she was already sitting up straighter, her eyes lingering on the food longer than she probably meant them to. “I know.” I set the bag down between us, leaning against the cold cell wall as I watched her unwrap the containers. “But I want to.” Gr
Nicholas Last night… The waiter had barely set the plate down before I waved him off, leaning back in my chair as I glanced around the expensive restaurant. It was quiet and dimly lit with candles, the soft hum of conversation mixing with the clinking of silverware. Perfectly normal. Perfectly
“Haven’t abandoned us?” she snapped, cutting me off. Her voice rose, already drawing the attention of the few other customers scattered around the store. “Then where the hell have you been? We’re barely holding on, and you’re here buying scarves and sweaters? Are you using Alpha Nicholas’s money to
Kayla The bell above the door chimed softly as I stepped into the small boutique, shaking the snow off my boots and rubbing my hands together for warmth. The air inside was nice and toasty, filled with the scent of vanilla and pine, and the faint sound of holiday music drifted from the back of the
Kayla The blood drained from my face as I stared at the photograph on the coffee table. I felt sick. My stomach twisted, threatening to betray me as I forced myself to stay still. The room suddenly felt stifling, the air thick and hard to swallow. There Nicholas was, in the same clothes he was w