Suvi’s POV“You didn’t!” Lucinda exclaims, clamped her hand over her mouth. Lucinda had been waiting for me at home, anxiously. “You turned him down? Josh? You actually turned down a famous race car driver? A future Alpha? Are you drunk?”I know Lucina’s just joking. I’d told all about my little meeting with Josh in his private room. She’s teasing me now.Because it DID sound crazy!On paper, sure, Josh sounds perfect. He’s all those things…rich, famous, next in line for Alpha. And more! You can add sweet, kind, generous, great with kids…The list of Josh’s qualities is long.Plus, I bet he’s one hell of a kisser.But Lucinda knows me better than anyone. She loves me more than anyone. She’s worried about my feelings, too. She’s just trying to make light of serious situations. It’s her style. Cover it up with humor.Deep down, she’s just as concerned as I am that I’ll get hurt.“He has a fiancé!” I point out. “The whole time he was flirting with me, he was engaged. Still is, as far as I
Josh’s POVHer face floods my mind as I return to the pack house. There’s just something about her smile. Something about the way she holds herself.I know she has reservations. I don’t blame her! She’s wolfless and a single mom. That’s gotta be rough. But she’s strong. Resilient. Smart and independent. She’d be a wonderful Luna, even without a wolf.“Joshua, we need to talk.” A mindlink from my father. His voice is stern. Great, I sigh. I know exactly what he wants to ‘talk’ about. “I’m in my study,” he adds.“Coming,” I mindlink back. Then I trudge down the hall towards his study. No use in postponing the inevitable.My father wastes no time. He gets right to the point.“That’s quite the little stunt you pulled, Joshua.” He’s sitting at his desk, his brows furrowed. “Needless to say, I am not impressed.”“I didn’t think you would be,” I scoff sarcastically.“How could you?” my father asks. “You publicly humiliated us! Refusing to marry Brooke? On national television? Do you have any
Suvi’s POVI go to work as usual. I’m a little worried at first that someone will recognize me. From the TV. I don’t want any attention. But no one does. That’s the beauty of living in the slums. No one pays attention to the news or other celebrity stuff. For the first time in my life, I’m actually grateful that I live in the slums.It’s a pretty normal shift. I sign in some guests, send out some ‘Thanks for staying with us’ emails. The hotel is pretty quiet. But near the end of my shift, the door swings open and a woman waltzes in.Her red curls. Her designer clothes. The way she walks with a confidence that only comes from money and status.I recognize her immediately.Brooke.Josh’s fiancé.She walks right up to the desk and eyes me up and down.“Can I help you?” I ask. I have no idea why she’s here, but I assume it’s not to book a room.She clicks her tongue. “So you’re Josh’s mate,” she says. “I have to admit, I was expecting something a little…how do I say this? Wolfier?”I fig
Suvi’s POVI hold Myla’s hand as the ambulance rips through the streets. ‘Faster,’ I whisper under my breath. We pull up to the best hospital in the pack.Josh rushes towards me.“What happened? What’s wrong?” They whirl Myla down the hall on a stretcher. Her face is pale, which accentuates the blood on her chin.“I don’t know,” I say, chasing after the stretcher. We get to two large doors. They swing open.A doctor is scrubbing up. My heart sinks.It’s an operating room. I try to go inside but a nurse blocks my path.“I’ve very sorry, miss, but you can’t come in here.”Can’t come in? But that’s my daughter! My heart! My world!My words come out in a frantic jumble. “I have to. Please. I can’t…”Josh takes my hand. “Suvi,” he says. “She’s in good hands. The BEST hands. Let them do what they need to do.”I look into his eyes. A calmness washes over me. He’s right. There’s nothing I can do.Josh leads me back to the waiting room. Lucinda is pacing. When she sees me, she runs over.“I’m s
Suvi’s POVWe arrive at the pack house. Josh is carrying Myla. I instantly see the gap between Josh and me. I knew it was there, the gap. He’s rich; I’m not. He’s famous; I’m nobody. But KNOWING there’s a gap and SEEING it are two entirely different things.The pack house is beautiful. Swanky. High end everything. All gleaming marble and shiny finishings. Plus it’s huge. It takes us a few minutes just to cross the foyer!It even smells good. Like lavender.It’s a far cry from my crappy apartment in the slums. I suddenly feel very self-conscious. Josh leads me down the hall into a private room.“It’s a guest room,” he explains, placing Myla gently on the four poster bed.A guest room? It’s the size of our entire kitchen/living room area.This is Josh’s world. I see it clearly now.And his world is SO far from mine. He tucks Myla into the covers, covers that probably cost more than I make in a week. I’m clutching her suitcase, unsure of what to do with it. It doesn’t belong in here, he
Suvi’s POVI slowly open my eyes. Then I bolt upright.Myla!“Where’s Myla?”“Shssss,” Josh says, smoothing the hair from my forehead. “Myla’s fine. I asked Ethan to go and get Lucinda. You need to rest.”“What…what happened?” I asked. I’m in a strange bed. The blankets are pure heaven, though. Soft as silk.“You fainted, Suvi. From exhaustion.”“I want to see Myla.”“I know you do. I just spoke with Sarah. Myla’s doing much better. She’s completely stable. Sarah said she’ll make a full recovery. Lucinda will be here soon too to help.”I push back the covers to get out of bed. But Josh stops me.“Not so fast. You need to rest. You need to get your strength back so you can take care of Myla.”Maybe he’s right. I still feel a little dizzy. Weak even. He hands me a cup of orange juice. “I promise. Myla’s in great hands. Drink this. It has extra vitamins in it.”I take the cup gratefully.Josh has done so much for me. For Myla, too. So has Dr. Peredine. I’ve never had anyone look after me
Suvi’s POVI’m torn.It’s an amazing offer, marrying Josh. And I know that being his mate would come with so many advantages. Money. Security. Status. I wouldn’t have to worry any more about all the things I worry about every day. Having enough food. Affording new clothes. Paying the electricity bill…And Myla?She’d have a beautiful house. Good, healthy food. The best doctors. I’d never have to worry about Myla getting sick and having the proper care. Plus, Myla would be exposed to educated people. Successful people. Life in the slums is tough sometimes. There’s not a lot of opportunity. Most of the kids just finish school and then get jobs. They don’t go to University. If I married Josh, Myla would have the opportunity to go to University, or get other training, if that’s what she chose. Top notch training. Myla could be anything she wanted to be. She’d have options. Right now, her options are limited. I can’t afford anything besides her basic needs. Food. Clothes. Housing. That’s
Suvi’s POV“Join me for dinner? Suvi? Lucinda? Let’s celebrate little Myla’s recovery!”“That’s a generous offer,” Lucinda smiles. “But I have a client booked for tonight. Rain check?” She casts me a side eye and a sly smile.I know that look. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to give me and Josh some ‘alone time’. She doesn’t have a client! Liar! I laugh to myself.She wants me to spend more time with Josh. She likes him. And Lucinda is a really good judge of character. If she trusts him, then maybe I should give him a chance?Some alone time with Josh would be good. So I can confront him directly. I still have no idea why he wants someone like me. I need to ask him. Outright. I need a clear answer. “I’ll drive you home, Lucinda?” Ethan says.If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he blushed when he said it.Hmmm. Curious.Lucinda doesn’t notice though. She rarely notices things like that…“You bet! I’d love another ride in that swanky car of yours,” Lucinda replies.“It’s not swank