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Salome’s POV“You realize that thing vibrates with enough force to wake the neighbors, right?” Jeremiah said.He stood near the foot of my bed, watching the plastic toy roll across the hardwood. It buzzed, a low hum that sounded like a trapped insect. Before he could reach down to claim it, I lunged forward. I knocked his hand away and scooped the device off the floor, my fingers fumbling with the switch until the sound finally died.I looked up and froze. Jeremiah was still hunched over, his face only inches from mine. My pulse hammered against my ribs. I could see the dark flecks in his eyes as he looked down at my mouth. The air in the bedroom felt heavy, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.“You look like you saw a ghost, Salome,” he said.He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers felt warm against my skin. My eyes drifted shut, and I leaned into his touch before I could stop myself. My heart raced, but not because of the toy. I wanted him t
Salome’s POV“Is the kitten settling in, or is she still looking for trouble?”I stood in my doorway, my hand gripping the frame tight. My heart hammered against my ribs. Jeremiah stood on the porch with that easy, lopsided grin of his. He held the small cat against his chest, one hand cradling her back while he stroked her ears with his thumb.“She is doing just fine,” Jeremiah said. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning my living room. “Arthur is out for the evening. I thought I would see if you were up for some company. I was going to grab a pizza, but I would not say no to a real dinner if you are offering.”My breath hitched. The secret tucked under my bed felt heavy, like it was vibrating through the floorboards. I had planned to spend the night alone, and now my pulse was racing for the wrong reasons. I looked at the cat, then back at Jeremiah.“I have a steak in the fridge,” I said, my voice sounding thin to my own ears. “And I can make some pa
Salome’s POV“You think she’s actually in danger, or are you just spiraling?”I didn’t answer Benedict. I just kept my eyes locked on the front door of that shop. Evening Bloom. The sign was elegant, the windows were clean, and Salome had been inside for two hours. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. She had turned her location off. She told me she was heading to the salon, but this wasn’t a salon. This was a place for things I didn't want to think about.“We can just pull up and go in,” Benedict said, her voice dropping into a professional, low pitch. “I can make an excuse. Ask about hours or product lines. Nobody will know you’re the one asking.”I watched the glass door. “No. Stay here. If I walk in there, she’s going to know I’ve been tracking her. I don’t want her to feel like she’s on a leash.”“She’s already off the leash, Jeremiah. That’s why you’re sitting in a parking lot in the middle of the day.”I ignored her. I checked my watch for the tenth time. T
Salome’s POV“You look so cute when you blush. It is a nice change from that serious face you wear all the time,” Tabitha said. She nudged my shoulder, her eyes bright with amusement.Clementine leaned across the table, her grin wide and knowing. “If Jeremiah saw you right now, and if he heard even a fraction of what we just discussed, the man would lose his mind. He has absolutely no chill when it comes to you.”The teasing made my face heat up even more. I grabbed my water glass to hide behind it, taking a long sip while the others laughed. We eventually dropped the subject, shifting our focus to the early meeting Clementine had the next morning. She looked tense, tapping her nails against the wood of the table as she spoke about the client. It was a massive opportunity for her firm, and the pressure was clearly getting to her.Tabitha and I jumped in with both feet, listing off all the reasons she was the most capable person for the job. We reminded her of her track record and how
Salome’s POV"Do you have a preference, or are we just going to let the store clerk choose for you?"I stared at Tabitha, my wine glass hovering halfway to my lips. My face felt like it was radiating heat, and I was pretty sure the color matched the deep red of the Merlot. Across the table, Clementine just grinned, her eyes darting between me and Tabitha with obvious amusement."I have no idea what you are talking about," I lied."Don't play coy," Tabitha said. She nudged her phone toward the center of the table. "I sent you those links hours ago. The ones with the sleek silicone designs. Did you pick a favorite?"I set my glass down with a soft click. Earlier that day, while I was trying to focus on my reports, my phone had buzzed incessantly. I had checked it under my desk, expecting something work-related, only to find a gallery of adult toys that made my pulse jump for the wrong reasons. I had been too annoyed to reply then, and I definitely didn't want to discuss it now in a crow
Salome’s POV“Don’t read too much into Jeremiah and Duke,” Benedict said. She leaned back in her chair with a confident smile. “Duke loves to stir the pot, that is all. He is secure in who he is. There was a serious girlfriend years ago. His personality is just a defense mechanism because his home life is a mess.”I felt a cold shiver crawl down my spine. I kept picturing the heavy, unblinking stare of Stanley Cater’s great-uncle. I looked at Benedict. “What is the deal with Stanley and his wife, Hana?”Benedict glanced at the office door. She made sure it was latched tight before she leaned in. My heart hammered against my ribs. I waited for her to speak.“Stanley was married to a woman named Gianna before,” Benedict whispered. Her eyes were wide. “She was driving to the hospital to deliver their baby. There was a car crash. She died on the way. The baby did not survive the impact either.”My jaw went slack. The air in the room felt heavy and suffocating. My stomach twisted into a ti
Salome’s POV“Is that the Vane girl, the one sitting so close to Barnabas?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.Portia Vane didn’t try to hide. She was the daughter of a powerful Alpha, and she carried herself like she owned the pavement beneath her designer boots. Across the parking lot, her
Salome’s POV"You look like you're drowning in paperwork, Barnabas," I said, my voice as smooth as the polished mahogany of his desk.I didn't wait for an invitation. I just walked in. The door clicked shut, sealing us in the quiet of the Alpha’s office. I kept my face neutral, a perfect mask of the
Clementine’s POV“I love Salome,” Barnabas said.The words hung in the air like a bad joke. He whispered them as if they were a holy confession, his voice cracking just enough to make me want to gag. I stared at him, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I th
Salome’s POV“Does it sting when I apply the pressure here?”Healer Beatrice moved my head to the side with a light touch. The room smelled like lemon cleaner and old herbs. I sat on the hard paper of the exam table while she dabbed at the jagged red line near my hairline.“I’m fine, Beatrice. It’s







