Sarah POV“Mommy, look!” Chloe cried, pointing to an attendant holding a golden retriever puppy that looked about ten weeks old.“What will you name her?” Zane asked, his tone indulgent as the attendant put the puppy on the ground just a couple of feet away from the girls. Chloe looked ready to rush
Sarah POVAfter the auction, we were left to ourselves while trays of champagne and canapés seemed to float through the air. Grace was approached by a friend from her old school, and the girls talked with him while I turned to Zane.“Did you not feel there was something off about the auction?” I ask
Sarah POV“Oh, don’t make that face. I promise I’m harmless,” Scott said, his charm on full blast. It was not unlike staring into a high-wattage light bulb.He tried to spin me then, but I walked out of it calmly, and he had to shuffle a little to get back into rhythm. He chuckled and led me around
“I’m coming on too strong,” Scott said, looking contrite.“A bit.”“My apologies. But I have to confess, you just make me forget myself.”Yeah, blame me, I thought. At least he wasn’t trying to spin me again.“Let me make you a different kind of offer,” he said next, turning us again to steer us awa
Sarah POV“Zane, you’re hurting me.”Zane instantly let go of my wrist, which wasn’t damaged, just a little sore, so when he apologized I told him it was fine.“But may I ask just what is between you and Scott?”“Old business.”Well, that wasn’t helpful. I looked around at the party, checking that C
Sarah POV Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of
Sarah POV My mouth fell open as I stared into Chloe’s excited silver-blue eyes. Then I looked back at the TV screen to see the same color in Mr. Cavendish’s eyes. Their shape was somewhat similar as well, which was perhaps why my daughter thought he was her father. Those werewolf mothers had a lot
Zane POV I confess I rarely have time for humans, though I wish them no ill will, but the need to protect Ella’s maid from what were obviously false accusations propelled me into the kitchen. Standing beside her, I could easily smell her fear and the cleaning solutions she had been using, even a wh