A beautiful, sleek-looking airplane is waiting for us. Emblazoned on the side in large golden lettering is the word “Cruz”. My jaw drops. “You have a private jet?!” I gasp. Aiden chuckles. “What, don’t like the color?” He teases. I punch his shoulder playfully. The ride is so luxurious I almos
Carol’s POV The upscale boutique practically gleams as a personal driver drops us off at the front door. The store is located in what is presumably the most expensive part of town. Although there are people in fine clothes bustling around on the street, the store itself seems quite private. The wi
As I step out onto the walkway, Aiden stares at me as though no one else in the world exists. Even a few other customers have stopped in their tracks to watch me. The silence drags on for so long I can feel my skin prickle “Well? What do you think?“ I ask. Aiden gets to his feet. He steps up onto
Carol’s POV Aiden has a cold expression on his face. I look between Aiden and Katrina in surprise. Now that I see the two of them standing next to one another, both well above average height, I suddenly realize that she must be another werewolf. Still, it’s surprising to find that Aiden knows a
“As if I would apologize to a human,” she scoffs with disgust. I can feel irritation prickle along my skin. Aiden seems to be even angrier than I am judging by the way his body goes rigid. “Apologize. Now. This isn’t negotiable.” Katrina grumbles to herself for a moment before pulling herself up
Carol’s POV I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of Aiden’s voice. I whip around to face him and clutch a hand to my chest. “Aiden, you scared the daylights out of me!” I stutter. Aiden is leaning against the doorway to the bedroom, his arms folded over his chest. It’s too dark to make o
I smile dryly. I know why she had an outburst, I think. Katrina’s case is not only one of discrimination, but of jealousy, too. “I think she just wants her crush’s attention,” I tease Aiden. Aiden groans to himself. “God, I hope not,” he mutters. “I don’t think it’s a crush, for what it’s worth.
Carol’s POV I’ve been getting ready for three hours now, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I’ve done everything to prepare myself that I can think of — I’ve showered, done my hair, put on my makeup, slipped into my expensive gown — still, I’m not convinced that I’m ready. I check the clock