ARABELLA POVI smiled tightly, reining in my disgust and dislike. It wasn’t like I was disgusted outright, but the whole scenario was just unsettling, especially the fact that Rhys had to sleep with her after the little episode with me. Was he smitten with me, or was the whole charade just too much for him to handle and he was trying to hide his feelings by sleeping with his wife? Not that it should be any odd, but…Anyway, while I liked the idea that he may have feelings for me and I could get under his skin—which means my revenge taste would be stronger, I still did not like that I had to conform to Mia’s needs to get what I wanted. And she was a very needy person; too needy for my liking, too needy to chase after a man who seems not interested in her, but her wickedness won't let her see the right things “What do you want, Emma?” Mia asked, breaking into my thoughts. “Just name it and I’ll have it sent to you. Anything for this top secret of yours.”I sighed. I almost forgot that

RHYS POVI was in my office when I heard her voice. I stilled, listening to Craig vaguely while I tried to pick out the chords that were Emma’s voice. After that specific encounter with her and that embarrassing night with Mia, I just haven’t been myself. And to think that the Luna wore some stupid clothes to try to seduce me. Not that she even had the chance to, as my scowling face set her off the minute she saw me. Still, to think that she had the thoughts and put in the efforts were laughable. That night was a mistake, and even if I hadn’t told her yet, she should know that my now.“Give me a moment,” I interrupted Craig and his relentless ramblings. “I heard Bruno so I think he’s back from wherever Mai sent him off to.”Craig smiled. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll leave you to have some time with your son.”“Good.”Immediately Craig left, I stood up and walked to Bruno’s room, which wasn’t far at all. It wasn’t like I won’t see him any other time, but Mia had told me when I asked that he was

CHAPTER ARABELLA POVI got off the phone, inhaling deeply. The restroom was oddly quiet and echoing, so I didn’t trust that it would not have exposed my intentions. I tried to speak quietly as much as I could, but this was a public bathroom and I didn’t exactly trust it. I wrapped the wipes of blood in a thin sheet and hid it in a section in my bag, hoping to send it out of this pack as soon as I could and have it tested for DNA. Then, I would have my true answer. For now, I would continue to play it off and lay low.I squared my shoulders and walked out of the bathroom. Rhys was standing at the door when I opened it widely, gasping in surprise and nearly falling when I saw him standing there. He was leaning against the wall, so he straightened when he saw me, giving me his dark, suspicious eyes. I placed a hand on my chest and inhaled sharply, trying to get my composure back.“Jeez! You scared me! You can’t just stand there like that!” I bellowed.He flinched, taken aback by my lou

RHYS POVHer words struck a chord within me. I reached for her hand again, turning it over and tracing it with my fingers. I didn’t answer her; I had no answer whatsoever for what she’d just asked. Emma sat up boldly, not bothering to hide herself again. She dragged her hand from me, giving me a look as she got down from the bed and walked to the bathroom. As she walked away, my wolf and dick throbbed at the sight of her. One part of me wanted to drag her to bed again, but the other part was troubled that I felt this way for her, that my wolf was too active when it came to her. I stood up slowly as the realization set in me. Apart from Arabella who was long gone, my wolf hadn’t been active in any sexual relations. It should be a cause for concern, but I didn’t want to think about that right now. I couldn’t help it, though. The way my wolf nearly popped out of my skin when we were together, the way I stopped myself continually from marking her, the way I had to rebuke my wolf time and

ARABELLA POV I was attending to a patient when I walked in with a kid. I glanced at her briefly before finishing up with my patient. With the number of patients coming in each day, I constantly have to keep up to track. The woman who came in was standing impatiently, her eyes roving about, looking for someone. I finished up with the patient I was with and decided to go meet her. “Excuse me,” I said with a smile. “I saw you come in. Is there anything I can help you with?” As I asked that question, I looked down at the child she was holding. She was not more than 6 years old, though I could not be sure. Children these days grew bigger than their age. “I want Dr. Evans,” the woman said. “Your child doesn’t seem too good,” I said, noting the perspiration that ran down the sides of her face. “Do you want me to check her and see if she’s okay? Is that it?” “I want Dr. Evans!” the woman practically roared. “I’m not listening to anyone else but Dr. Evans!” I raised both my palms in the