*Rose* “I am bored,” I sulk. Mark has brought me to his room. His bedroom has a beautiful window seat that faces the garden. I sit with his arms wrapped around my shoulders. Although the window is open, and I can feel the night air against my skin, this doesn’t beat being physically outside. He u
I clasp my hands behind his head and look down into his blue eyes, which look more mischievous than usual. “Well jeez, so this is the Mark dance?” I begin bending just a little to join him on the ground. “Wait a minute. Mmm, you smell like cantaloupe,” he murmurs, mouth muffled against my inner th
*Mark* “It couldn’t have been bird’s poop. The stuff smelled like rancid egg fart in a jar. It soaked my hair and clothes. I had to shampoo my hair ten times just to get the smell off me. There was someone up there playing a sick prank on me.” I try to stifle my laughter as I pass Emily’s room. Sh
I can’t help but frown, wondering what the reason for that would be. I don’t have to voice my inquiry, as Tristan explains, “It’s apparently because he says menstruating women have loads of drama. He now orders all of the female servants to stay on active birth control pills throughout their tenure
*Emily* What the fuck is going on around here? Why the hell are these Alphas holding a party in my honor? It doesn’t make sense. Not that I don’t love a good party, especially when I am the guest of honor, but none of that seems to fit because I knew that they all hate me. Still… here I am wearin
“Talk to your cousin?” Alpha Stephen repeats. He has stopped dancing, along with me, but his hand is still gripping mine. “About what, Emily, dear?” “About… things.” I’m not sure how specific I should be at this point. “Come on.” I give his hand a tug and start walking before I even establish where
*Mark*The moment Alpha Morris hangs up the phone, I’m on him.His eyes bulge as he sees me flying at him, my hands still in the pockets of my suit pants. “Morris?” I ask, biting my lip for a second to keep from losing my cool. “What the fuck did I just hear you say?”His eyes bulge slightly, and he
“I… I’m not considering it,” Morris refutes, wiping the sweat that’s pouring down his forehead onto his sleeve. “I would never ever… it was just… my pack needs the money, that’s all.”“What were you supposed to do?” Rose asks him, and I squeeze her hand, waiting for him to answer.“It’s nothing, Mis