Haley's POV "Why are you here?" Henry looked surprised to see me, twisting his hands together. Nothing good happens when he twists his hands like this, especially when there's blood on his hands. "Where's Della?" I frowned. "She's upstairs with Alpha. Why?" Henry looked even more puzzled. "You
Della stared at Henry in surprise. She put down the pen in her hand and said, "Henry, you do know that we can print another copy of that, right?" "Then I'll eat them again!" Henry raised his voice. I could see tears circulating in his eyes and I knew he must have been terrified. "You can't divorce
"You know you can tell me where it is." I took the box and took out some bandages to wrap the wound in front of my chest. "Yes. But I want to take it out by myself. Do you have any problem with that?" Kylian frowned. "No, Alpha. Having problems with you will never be one of the many problems I hav
He didn't say shit to comfort me, he only said, "It's too late to quit your job, kid. So deal with it." And hell I'm dealing with it. *** Della's POV "Where do you think you're going?" Haley asked me while I was trying to sneak out of the house. "Why are you still here?" I dropped onto the sofa
"This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club. This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather co
Fae's cheerful announcement set the whole venue on fire. All the werewolves started to howl at the Moon and the music started to get deafening. Champagne corks popped up everywhere like gunshots. The whole dance floor became a pool with young, hot, muscular male models floating on it, cheering and s
His eyes were red and he looked fiercely back and forth between the poor man I kissed and me. I looked back at him fearless, but said nothing. I must admit that his angry expression, including the trembling mouth corner and the sadness in his eyes, made me feel good. He should understand that I can
(Della's POV) Pain… I could feel that burning pain excruciating over my wrists and ankles as I was tied tightly upright on something. The last thing I remember was someone dragging me from the restroom and then everything went black. "Who are they? Where am I?" Many questions were in my mind as u