Hannah“I think you know, Hannah.”I stared at Drake after he uttered those words, my mind reeling. Was he implying what I thought he was? That he had feelings for me? It couldn’t be possible; he loved Zoe more than anyone, and we were just friends. We had established that already.No, that wasn’t i
Hannah & NoahHannah’s POVMy leg tensed instinctively as Noah reached for it, a questioning look in his weary eyes. Frowning, he muttered, “Do you want the massage or not?”Even though I knew I shouldn’t and that it would only make things more complicated, I slowly extended my leg. Noah grabbed my
“Are you sore here, too?” he murmured.My face reddened, my teeth instinctively working my lower lip. But I nodded, if only to see how far he would go.Slowly and gently, but firmly, he began to press into my thighs. I squirmed again, my hips grinding into the soft cushion. Was he going to…?There w
The thing I regretted most was taking that last diet pill. It took my baby—followed by my life. Yet I wasn't fat by any standard. The source of my diet pill abuse: my husband and Alpha of the Nightcrest Pack, Noah. He was also the direct cause of my death. As the daughter of the Silvermoon P
I spun around and attempted to push past Noah. He would not move. “Get out of my way,” I commanded. At the sound of my tone, Noah stepped aside. I stormed out of our en suite bathroom and into our bedroom. Noah followed closely behind me. “What is wrong with you tonight?” he demanded. I st
In my first life, Zoe’s appearance at the Acceptance Ceremony caught me completely off-guard. The media had a field day over the reunion of the so-called “star-crossed lovers”, leaving me floundering like a fish out of water. All I could do was force a smile and evade everyone’s questions, which onl
Noah stared in shock as Zoe glided across the stage towards him, a young boy in tow. The other new pack members instinctively parted for her, like a pair of hands parting reeds in a river. Paparazzi clambered to the front of the audience as they tried to be the first to catch a picture of the reunit
“Thank you, Luna Hannah,” Zoe said with more sincerity than I had expected. “Thank you for choosing us as your pack,” I said in an almost sickeningly sweet tone. I turned my attention to her son. “Tell me, how old are you, Adam?” Adam shyly held up four fingers. Zoe smiled and ran her fingers