Chapter One-Three-Three: Carried Away

After one last kiss to Elle, I turn to the nanny, who, despite the inconvenience, seems glad to pick Elle from my workplace.

A raise is in order, but something tells me setting her up with Walter will excite her more.

Closing the shop is quick; the cafe is right next to the beach, so I take a moment to soak in the beautiful peach of the sky glimmering on the ocean’s water.

The view of the ocean from Dominic’s manor was cold, far from the liveliness of the colours here. This time, I managed to help Vivian and her mate escape his ‘initiation’ into his gang life; I don’t know where he is, and I would rather not keep tabs—then again, I am without a wolf, so does the concept of mates still work for me?

My hands fly to my neck, to where the Alpha had pressed his tongue and sucked; he left a hickey.

I almost groan at the cringy giddiness that I feel. But that should prove we are still second-chance mates, so I guess the concept works.

A warm breeze carries the bulk of my hair, reminding