Patricia Dior got me pinned against the shower wall with his head slightly tilted to look down at me. There isn't an ounce of fat on his body, and the arm resting on the tiles is heavy with well-developed muscles someone would expect on a pro athlete. I swallow thickly, nervous under his intense gaze, drinking me in. His full lips quirk up higher, and his playfulness shines through his eyes. Jesus Christ—what am I supposed to do? My idea had been to shower, but at the moment, I'm having a hard time ignoring Dior and his carved body. My lower belly is somersaulting already, hyperaware of the alpha man dwarfing me. And even though I'm met with the brick wall that is Dior's front, I'm aware of the muscular bubble butt hiding behind him. "I want you so badly," Dior lowers himself to kiss my neck. It proves hard for him. I'm tiny, more than an inch shorter than Dior, nothing compared to his six-foot-something body, and every part of me flutters when he pic

PatriciaSomething is strange with Dior this morning. I can't put my finger on what is wrong with him, but those usual butterflies aren't there in my stomach when our gazes meet across the table. The mate-bond is strong and stirring, zapping between us like chemical electricity, but it's like my heart isn't entirely sold by Dior this morning.I'm aware this isn't good. My emotions worry me. An hour ago, I was ready to consider completing the mating ritual with Dior, and now I'm glad I didn't let him anywhere close to my neck.Does this mean my feelings for him aren't strong as I first thought since I'm already changing my mind about things? Nothing is making sense right now. I had sex with Dior this morning—how can my flutters be gone and over with already? Oh, god, I can only pray I'm not one of those girls who thinks the grass is greener on the other side!I bite into the pancake piece on my fork, eyeing Dior while he scrolls through his message o

AliceWith a screech, my car comes to a halt. I've discreetly parked on the street right outside Dior's fancy house in the upper-class neighborhood. "So, you're planning on just confronting him and asking straight-out if he is the older Dior pretending to be the younger one?"Patricia unbuckles her seatbelt with determination written over her features. Her parent's house with crime scene tape is standing in the background. She hasn't given the building her time of day, but I know it's calling out to her.Her eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. "Yes, I don't think Dior would lie to me if I asked him to give me the truth."I'm still not convinced this is a good idea. "But what if Dior gets aggressive? He might not like you asking too many questions.""He won't get aggressive with me.""Are you sure about that? The full moon will flash on the sky later, and who knows—perhaps it is messing with his head already!? The older Dior is less

AliceWilliam transforms back into a human. He seems weak and uses a nearby tree for support. I shudder at the view. William looks so different from how I remember him at Dior's birthday party. The surrounding aura is darker, sadder and his face is wrung with anger."You shouldn't be here, Alice!"The fury aimed at me doesn't change that I find William hot and alluring. The man is naked, for goodness' sake, and it's hard as hell not to let my eyes drift further south!"I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be!" I snap at him.William approaches me, eyeing the door with apparent fury, making me step in front of him. He lifts an eyebrow when I spread my arms, and a wintry smile spreads over those lips."Let me pass.""No!" I hold up my chin fiercely, not afraid of challenging the imposing alpha, even if he is twice my size. "Patricia is inside, and I won't let you enter the mansion! I will guard my best friend with my life, and I'm sorry, b

DiorEndless darkness surrounds me. It circles my throat and licks my skin as I'm searching for an exit. I want to run, but there is nowhere to flee. Voices are snickering in my ears, telling me to tread carefully or they will tear me apart.They overestimate me—I've already succumbed and given up. My soul has been ripped in the middle, and my hope has been blown out like a candle. I'm unable to sort my thoughts in the dark and remember who I am.And where the hell am I?!I flail around, entirely blind, until I see a flickering light. Without thinking, I approach it, desperate to get away from the everlasting night. Someone might be there—fires don't go igniting themselves."Hello?" I call out into the dark. "Anybody there?"There isn't a reply as I walk through what feels like sand underneath my naked feet. I'm not sure how long I mooch, but a bubble of hope lifts from my chest the moment I near a crackling fire. At first, I thi