“That’s not…” I trail off with a sigh. Flex my hands at my side.“Lionel, what are you talking about?” She asks quizzically.I shake my head in defeat. “Never mind. The girls are waiting for you.”I head to my study to think. Irritated at my failure. Still without an answer to my predicament.I drop
Nan’s POVThe moment had arrived.The moment I had been dreading since I first realized that I wanted to stay. My shameful secret. I had imagined dozens of scenarios of this.All of which had played on repeat in my nightmares. I had thought the worst of it had come true at his mother’s birthday part
He gives me a slight guilty shrug. “It made me think back on a few things I noticed about you.”‘That’s not good news for me,’ I inwardly cringe. “Like what?”“Well, you don’t react like most wolves. You never flash your eyes or claws when you’re clearly upset. Your senses don’t seem to be as…keen a
Nan’s POVHe opens his mouth to speak…“I don’t think of wolf-less as anything.”The words themselves are rather benign. Nothing to be upset over. Generous compared to other descriptions I’ve heard.But my stomach drops, nonetheless.His expression is far from benevolent. There is a derision to his
I winced. For an alpha to abandon his pack…it is against every instinct of a wolf. For alphas, it is considered sacrilege.“He ran away with her. No one saw or heard from them for decades. The pack was outraged.”Lionel pauses. Takes a deep breath. Shoulders tense.“I was only a kid when I first saw
Third Person POV“…see, didn’t you?” The maid giggled with her coworker.“Alpha Lionel is so different. I’ve worked here for 6 years. He’s always been so unapproachable.” The other maid remarked.“You’re telling me. He’s never been rude. Not like some of those other people I’ve worked for.” Said the
The dark stairwell led to the mistress’ private parlor. Deep in the heart of her own mansion. Not even used by family.There mistress sat. Waiting with a plain tea set. Plain, used only for those of low status like themselves.‘Mistress is generous,’ thought her spy. Their mistress always prepared r
Nan’s POVThis wedding gig had not been my idea.After being accused of theft by my cheating ex-friend…my passion for wedding planning had been greatly diminished. But letting go of my long-awaited dream career after one mishap is not a possibility either.So much has passed since my last venture in