Another sigh escaped my lips. “I know, I know. It shouldn’t matter.” “It doesn’t matter.” “Okay,” I acquiesced. “It doesn’t. But that one tiny detail doesn’t change the fact that we need to be wise about our decisions. You’re the Alpha of Moonstone. I’m the Acting Luna. The good of the pack shou
Ava I awoke the next morning to the sound of rain and the bustling city below. Rolling over in my large hotel bed, I saw the long streaks of fat raindrops running down the window panes in a silent race. Normally, I loved when it rained—especially in Moonstone, where the air smelled like fresh ea
I furrowed my brow and recoiled a bit. “No, but—” “Then there’s nothing to talk about,” he said. “It’s over between us.” “Yes, but…” I frowned, still gripping his arm. I stared down at where my fingers connected with the sleeve of his jacket and tried not to think about how warm he felt even thr
AvaThe bags slipped from Chris’s fingers as he saw the picture on the screen. I felt like my legs might give out underneath me; there, on the phone screen, was a photograph of us kissing in front of the hotel.And then, just below it, was a picture from the press event looking awfully cozy.“What t
Ava“You two aren’t romantically involved?” Elder Elise’s gaze slid back and forth between us, clearly not believing Chris’s statement. I sat utterly frozen in my chair, wondering where Chris was going with this.Chris merely shook his head. “No. We’re not,” he explained. “You can thank that picture
As he spoke, he scrolled through more photos from the event—other people posing and hugging, smiling and holding hands. Men and women, men and men, women and women; it didn’t matter who was in the picture. The Elders bristled a bit at the displays of affection, but realization was beginning to dawn
AvaI turned slowly to see Chris watching me, that familiar grin of his tugging at his lips. Sighing, I felt my shoulders slump a bit beneath his gaze.“No,” I admitted. “I don’t. And… I’m sorry for freaking out like that.”To my surprise, Chris simply shrugged. “It’s alright; I can’t blame you. It’
ChrisI sighed as I looked around the Packhouse, watching the servants and decorators scurry about like ants. Garlands of vibrant flowers were being strung along the rafters, tables draped in fine linens, and a large wooden backdrop erected for photographs.Everything was coming together perfectly f