11. Mireille

The day of the full moon Raze leafed through the fresh stacks of paper, standing at the threshold of my door. Watching him read every word left me shaking.

I should be used to the pre-moon jitters, but I'm so edgy I feel I could really slip up here. No tea, no calming, just a steady, tingling build-up of dirty thoughts and throbbing erogenous zones that I didn’t even know I had. If someone touches behind my ear, I might moan.

Alpha Raze left me alone in my room for the most part, with just Brody checking in on me. Every so often, I caught the smell of rosemary. My guard is still watching over me, even if it’s in the shadows.

“You have gone into an awful lot of detail here, Mireille,” he finally answered, his voice low, more of a growl. Certainly not pleased. “Not just about creating this full moon space but in general. Almost as if you’re telling me how to do my job.”

My stomach sank. Dressed in the same long-sleeved black pullover and pants, I watched his long hands leafing through