Cherry I rolled my eyes at his shifter joke but observed Fern’s disappointment fall over her face. Trying to distract her, I suggested, “Bert heard about your Star of the Week Certificate. Want to go get it for him?” Fern nodded, her dark eyes hovering hopefully on Bert as she smiled and shot off to get her award. My heart lurched in my chest as I contemplated that longing look on my little girl’s face. I realized Bert was watching me closely. “Sorry, it’s tough on her,” I said. “Sometimes, I wish she had more than me.” Bert’s eyes were somber. “She does seem to really want a father figure. Have you…” He hesitated. “Are you seeing anyone?” My stomach twisted uncertainly. I sighed. “I’m seeing someone, but it’s still early days. I’m still not sure how I feel about him, to be honest.” At the thought of Carl, I realized I should probably call him later, to let him know I’d be out of the city for a week. Especially given his declaration the other night. Wanting to deflect the atte
Cherry Before my mom passed away, we’d spent some of the happiest weekends there, enjoying the glass sculptures and lush gardens illuminated by lights in the dusk. Bittersweet memories of my mom and dad’s smiling faces as they wandered around the place occupied me. Feeling nostalgic, I wondered about revisiting those artworks while I was visiting. Maybe my dad or Bert would be up for coming with me. I wondered if I could use the place as inspiration for a new range of designs next summer. The exhibition’s bright color palette amidst the amber lights had always reminded me of summer blending into fall. I mused about coming back to Seattle for photo shoots with my next clothing line, but my stomach somersaulted. I remembered the text from Bert I’d received during my stopover in London while waiting for my connecting flight. I scooped my phone out of my handbag and opened his text: I didn’t want to overwhelm you when I visited you, but I need to give you the heads up before you get to
Cherry “Darling, all my friends are here,” he said. “There are preternatural areas in Berlin, too,” I said brightly. “The Mitte District is the main one with many witches and warlocks trading there. And I’ve met a few shifters hanging out in the area too.” The area was where I’d gone to find the scent blocker for Fern. I knew my dad wouldn’t cope well adjusting to spending too much time in human society, so I wanted him to know that Berlin had a thriving preternatural community too. “I’ve still got my work here with the pack, love,” My dad continued. “And I don’t think another pack would hire an old codger like me,” he said. I kicked myself for not being considerate about how much it would mean relocating. My father had worked for the Starsmoon Pack his whole life. He was in his late fifties now, and I had to admit relocating cities for him meant starting over completely, with friends, home, and work. But the truth was I had to tell my dad about Fern because sitting around with bo
CherryMy gaze tracked over Dylan’s tall, muscular body. Dressed in black trousers and a dark blue shirt, he looked as gorgeous as I remembered. But my memories hadn’t prepared me fully for how arresting his rugged handsomeness was. I noticed his strong jaw and proud forehead were even more evident now that he wore his hair shorter.In danger of staring at him too long, I was pleased I had something I needed to do. My dad had reminded me about the pack custom I’d forgotten: giving a gift to the new Alpha. It was customary on first seeing the new Alpha of the pack to bestow something homemade on him. When I’d arrived at my dad’s house, I’d been flustered at the thought of having nothing homemade other than the dresses I’d packed. None of which were exactly appropriate for Dylan.But my dad had come to the rescue by giving me a bottle of his homemade wine. Something that was in the tote bag on the kitchen counter in front of me.I stepped towards Dylan and gifted him the bottle. “For th
CherryFinally, I said, “That’s you all done, Lucy.” I resolved that I’d happily bear any number of fittings with my high-maintenance celeb clients instead of fittings with Dylan’s mate.With the she-devil done, Lucy slipped her heels back on before ushering Dylan over to me.As she did so, she commented amusedly, “Lord, you two look so funny. You managed to reach me, Cherry, but I don’t know how you’re going to get Dylan’s measurements.”I knew she was making a dig about Dylan and me being an ill-fitting couple, but I simply commented, “Don’t worry, I know all the tricks of the trade. A client like Dylan requires specialist equipment.” Moving a dining chair from the edge of the room, I stood on it so that I could reach Dylan’s neck easily.I felt Lucy’s gaze lingering on me, but as I settled steadily into the rhythm of measuring Dylan’s shoulders, she grew bored. She retreated to the desk where her mate had sat before, and her attention fell to her phone screen.A smile threatened as
Cherry I snuck out the front door almost as soon as I returned downstairs. Only a quick goodbye to Heather and Chris detained me. Bert seemed to realize my need to get out of there and, thankfully, followed me out. When we climbed into his truck, he was mercifully quiet, too, not taxing me with talk. Just as well, given that my head was so full of Dylan’s words, I doubted I’d be able to form one coherent sentence. I kept seeing his furrowed brow as he confessed to me that he wasn’t happy. My breath had hitched in my chest to witness the familiar tension thrumming through his body at being cornered. My heart ached for him as he told me he’d agreed to this match with Lucy only out of a sense of duty. Part of me was infuriated at his disclosure, too because I had thought that by walking away and freeing him from a mate he hadn’t chosen, he’d have found happiness. Confusion whipped through me. But he hadn’t. He seemed even more at war with himself than when we had been together. When
Dylan Her suspicious look slowly faded away, and with a gentle smile, she said, “Mine too, Dylan, but… will your wolf behave himself if I take the last two measurements I need?” I huffed a laugh, wanting to reassure her more than I wanted to touch her. “I promise he’ll behave.” Stepping forward, she kneeled down in front of me, measuring the width of my thigh, then my knee. I’d fantasized about Cherry so much over the years, wondering what I’d say to her if I found myself with an opportunity like this one. But, excruciatingly, now that she was actually here, I was hopelessly tongue-tied. It didn’t help that my wolf that I’d just promised would behave, rumbled with approval at Cherry’s position, kneeling in front of me. The Alpha beast in me wanted to dominate the beautiful creature in front of me. The urge to push her down on the floor and take her in my arms was in danger of overshadowing my rational mind. The hunter within me seemed to creep up and down in
Cherry But the banquet hall had been cleared of its huge table, leaving rows and rows of seats, and an aisle between them, up to a stage. Behind the stage, the huge balcony, open to the blue sky, provided a beautiful backdrop. The different décor and the fact that lots of my old friends surrounded me with merry chatter distracted me from the past. Bert went up nearer the stage, taking a seat in the front row, but I chose to stay nearer the back of the room, determined to keep out of the limelight. At the rear of the room here, another balcony lay open. A welcome breeze dampened the heat caused by the large gathering and the mild day. When the old Alpha walked into the room and down the aisle, the pack stilled, and we all took our seats. Heather came next, the old Alpha and Luna, turning to look at us all from the stage. My heart tripped over itself as Dylan strode down the aisle next. In a tuxedo, he was devastatingly handsome, but I recognized the power and presence he exuded too