“It was cruel,” I sigh.“It was just,” she returns, soft. “You were right – those big Alpha boys…they get away with far more than they should. I’m glad to have a vengeful spirit of justice on our side.”I raise my eyes to hers, feeling a bit better even if guilt still runs through me. “Orion’s still
“What do you think,” Anton says, laughing and turning in a circle so that I can admire. I do, rather liberally, my wolf pouncing around in my soul.“I mean you’re always dashing, Tony boy,” I say, crossing my arms and smiling at him. “But you look very fancy tonight. Dressed up suits you!”“Who knew
“Choker,” Anton says, turning and slowly walking over to me.I lift my eyes to him, a little surprised. “What?”“This outfit needs a choker,” he says, brushing a single starlit finger across my throat and then around my neck.I smile a little and make one appear – just a long strip of velvet ribbon
I turn back to the room, screwing my mouth to the side as I snap my fingers twice, dropping the lighting in the room and then calling up an elaborate dancefloor that’s lit from below with bright and vibrant colors, constantly shifting.My girl friends shriek with delight as I call up a sound system
And I had loved him. Loved him so much that I was willing to chase him here, to risk my life just for the bare chance to bring him back.And the whole time, he was just…using me. For money and fame. For connections and a leg up in the world.I had loved him and he just…used me. He hadn’t loved me at
I groan when I wake up the next morning, my face flat against the marble of my bathroom floor.“Shhh!”I turn my head to see Anton laying flat on his back, his hands covering his face.“What?” I murmur, groggy and in pain.“You’re being impossibly loud, Juniper,” Anton mumbles, massaging his eyes wi
I just moan and shake my head back and forth while he continues to laugh. But eventually we both settle down and lay quietly next to each other on the cool floor. I sigh and let my hands drift to my stomach, staring up at the ceiling and then turning my head to look at my pretty ghost boy, at the st
Laila’s eyes dart between me and Tony as she stands perfectly still, clearly trying to come up with some kind of excuse – any excuse - for why she’s in silky lingerie and coming out of Orion’s bedroom. She lets out a pathetic little squeak, her shoulders slumping, as she utterly fails.“Laila!” I hi