LOGIN“I love you, Mrs. Crown,” I said to her.“I love you, Alpha,” she said, with a wink.“Congratulations!” A voice said from nearby. I turned to see Silver’s friends coming to hug her. Cara, Alison, Emma, and Rebecca. Rebecca switched her allegiance to the Crown pack and now she works in my packhouse a
Silver’s POV“You shouldn’t be in here,” the mortician said as we walked into the cold room in the basement of the hospital. I had never been in a morgue before and I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. But it was dark and gloomy down here.“I need to see my husband,” I demanded.The mortician narrowe
Rebecca sat on the other side of my bed and wrapped her arms around me.“I was so worried about you,” she whispered. “Oh and get this… Stella was arrested for fraud!”I gasped and stared up at her.“What?”“She messed with the wrong painting,” Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. “I might have put a
Silver’s POVI wasn’t out of it for long. My eyes immediately flew open, and I gasped as if I hadn’t been breathing this entire time. Whoever was sitting by my bedside was nearly thrown out of their seat and I heard a small squeal coming from her lips.“Get the doctor,” I heard another voice saying.
“So, what are you saying?” Elliot asked when my words failed me.“I want to give you the choice,” she told me. “You can stay here and live a wonderful afterlife with your family and start anew. You could have children here and live as immortals in my spirit world. You will be together and live as ma
Silver’s POV“How is this possible?”She smiled at me.“Well, we were sent to the Moon Goddess world when we died,” she explained. “I was only an infant. In this world, things are different. We can never die because we are already dead, but we can age if we want to. There are tons of places to go an
My body tensed for a moment and when I felt his warm hands brushing the hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear, relief flooded into me.“Elliot?” I gasped, nearly flinging myself into his arms.He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.“Where did she go?!” I heard the gam
Silver’s POVFlashes of light appeared in my vision and an intense ache appeared in my temple. I let out a troubled cry as I buckled over, not sure what was happening. There must have been mistletoe in my drink; but how did this happen?How could Shirley possibly know what mistletoe does to me?Nobo
Time ticked on; I got so lost in my artwork that I completely lost track of time. The front door slammed shut and distinct male voices brought me out of my stooper.I put my brushes and watercolor away before leaving the studio and walking into the front foyer. I froze entirely when I saw Elliot sta
My cheeks flushed even more.“I guess I lost track of time,” I admitted.“You think?” He asked, his sarcasm wasn’t missed, but there was also a twinkle of humor in his eyes, so I didn’t think much of it. “I managed to see some of the work you’ve started and your scheduling. You’ve gotten a lot done.







