Leaving the Shallowend pack was bittersweet for Mia. She felt both lost and free.Lost because she had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Free because for the first time in her life, there was nobody controlling her life.She did not want to leave her son, but there was nothing for him in her new life. Being with her would only make his life worse. He was better off remaining in Shallowend. As Dante’s son, he’d be treated a lot nicer than they’d treated her.After leaving Shallowend, she knew that if she relied on other people, she’d forever be stuck in the kind of life she had just left at Shallowend. Her mother, who should have protected and loved her, had kept her hidden, depriving her of all joys of childhood.Dante, who she had thought could protect her from his father and brother, turned out to be helpless against them.If she didn’t do something to change her life, people would always take advantage of her. She wanted a life where nobody dared look down on her or treat her badly

The next morning, Eleanor was having breakfast in her room, contemplating how to have more time with Henry during his visit.This was the best time to go over everything and discuss their plan in length. When he went back to his pack, they might not get an opportunity to meet face to face soon.Her main concern was not raising Thomas’s suspicions.While she sat there thinking about how to arrange a meeting with Henry, the sound of commotion from downstairs reached her. It was early in the morning and she wasn’t expecting any guests.Curious, she left her room and walked to the stairs. Voices reached her as she made her way downstairs, and when the living room came into view, she saw several people gathered around the table.“What’s going on here?” she asked, beckoning to a nearby servant.“Mia is holding a tea party for some of the Omegas in the pack,” the servant replied.“Oh?” Eleanor mumbled. Mia had not mentioned anything like that to her. How bold of her, to hold a tea party in t

Henry stepped closer to Eleanor. The hairs at the back of her neck stood and goosebumps broke out all over her arms. She could feel the intensity of his eyes on her even without looking at him.“Why is your wolf missing?” he asked, his voice so close to her ear.Her heart sped, both at his closeness and his question. She swallowed and took a step back. Looking up at him, she asked, “What do you mean?”There was no way he could know her wolf was missing. She still smelled like a werewolf, so what had given it away?If anyone else had made such a discovery despite the lack of symptoms that something was wrong with her wolf, she would have been wary.But somehow, she wasn’t afraid of revealing the truth to Henry. She was sure he wouldn’t harm her despite knowing her weakness.It was crazy–she had only known him for a short time, and there was a lot about him that was still a mystery to her. And yet, she felt safe with him.“I know your wolf is missing,” he told her. “You can tell me the

A shiver ran down Eleanor’s body the moment Henry’s lips caressed her skin. She had prepared herself, knowing such close contact was necessary for the healing.After all, it was his saliva that had the healing capability. But as her body reacted to his touch, she knew she was anything but prepared.When he ran his tongue over her inflamed mark, she felt a responding tightening between her legs. Her body’s reactions mortified her.He was healing her! Why was she having such reactions? What if he could tell? She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.Henry swiped his tongue over her mark again, and she had to bite down on her lip to stop a moan from slipping free.There was a part of her that realised the smart thing to do was push him away. Stop the healing. There had to be other ways to treat the inflammation.But as the pleasurable sensations arising in her body got stronger, her resolve got weaker. Instead of pulling away, she found herself giving herself over to the sensations, let

Thomas released her and Eleanor sat back down, wishing she had never stood up in the first place. What was he up to?She hoped that Thomas would move away, but instead, he stood beside her and rested his hand on the back of her chair.“So, what have you decided?” Thomas asked, looking down at Eleanor and then at Henry.Henry, whose expression clearly showed his displeasure. Eleanor wondered whether Thomas knew he was the cause of it.But then again, they had almost come to blows earlier. They already knew they didn’t like each other.Was Henry the reason Thomas was suddenly acting like a loving possessive husband? Trying to mark his territory, or whatever?The idea disgusted Eleanor. Thomas didn’t love her, he just wanted to show off in front of Henry and maybe warn him off her.At this point, he was treating her as if she was a toy in his personal collection. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and he didn’t want to share.If he tried that again while they were alone, she’d give h