LOGINFlorence POV: Irene Knows About Last Night It is like meeting Jason all over again, and it is a bittersweet feeling. The emotion is jarring, chaotic, and exciting. I want him to touch me again. But Irene is sitting beside him across the table, watching me with suspicious eyes. What is she even doing here?"We are tight on funds," Jason announces. "I want every single dollar going where it's most needed. I also want a small, efficient staff on this project. I need to know we are all on the same page."He looks around the conference table at Foreman Claus, Beta Lucio, former accountant Tessie, and three other men dressed in brown canvas jumpsuits. Masonry workers, I assume.Everyone around the table nods in unison."Alright," Jason continues. "Everyone, meet my new accountant, Florence Patton. She will be handling all financial disbursements for this build, taking over for Tessie, who has done a fantastic job for us over the years. I’m moving Tessie to head the purchasing department. I
Florence POV: Accused By The Pack Council The door opens, Heap Lasher and my dad comes out. I get out of the car and I'm instantly assaulted by the cold wind, and pelted by sleets of rain. "Who's that?" Councilman Lasher's voice cuts through the quiet night air. His suspicious glare is directed at the idling car. "Is that . . . Alpha Jason?"I look back at the car. Then I turn back to the councilman. "Yes, it's the Alpha."Lasher's brows furrow. He looks at my dad, and then back to me. His face is falling right before my eyes and I kind of like it. The window slowly rolls down, and Jason leans his elbow on the frame.“Hello, everyone,” he calls out, “Fine night, isn't it? The rain and all.” “Fine night, alpha,” my dad says, lamely. Lasher says, “Yes, alpha. Fine night.” The door swings further in. Shawn, Tony, Todd and three other councilmen are staring with gaping mouths at me and then at Jason in the car. He gives them a little wave. I clear my throat, not sure what to do. I
Florence POV: Jason Remembers Florence Again The car rocks gently with the force of our lovemaking. As the rain pours outside, Jason pours every drop of his passion, his soul, and his true self into me.Now, we lie together in the backseat, tangled in each other's limbs. Our skin is wet with sweat, deep kissing each other. The air in the car has grown chilly. But instead of turning on the heater, we simply cranked up our own heat by going at it again. Oh, what a night.The night of all nights. Any night that came before this pales in comparison, and no night after it will ever come close."I love you, Florence," he whispers into my neck."I love you, Jason," I reply.My hands around him, I cling to his broad back like a frightened child holding onto her mother. It is a desperate, ferocious grip. I am terrified that if I let go, even for a second, he might float right out of this backseat, into the rainy sky, and fall straight back into the estate where Irene and her spell-casting
Florence POV: Back To The Begining My heart is rolling forward like a freight train with no brakes. Either the sorcery is losing its grip on Jason, or he is operating on muscle memory.He drives us toward the quarry cliffs all on his own without direction from me. He remembers every twist and turn of the winding dirt road. Behind us, jagged streaks of lightning chase the car through the sky, and a howling wind picks up, shaking the trees lining the road. The car comes to a smooth stop at the edge of the overlook, its headlights illuminating the sheer drop of the quarry below.Jason turns off the ignition and says, "We're here."I look at him, my heart pumping. "How did you know how to get here?"He shrugs. "I don't know. I guess it must be a place I come to all the time. With Monique, I guess." He chuckles softly and shakes his head. He exhales, and when he looks at me, all I see is a confused alpha who can't help his situation. "It was with me." He slowly turns his head to look
Florence POV: Jason Leaves The Party"Of course I didn't," Tony says, tea cup in his grip and a knotty frown on his forehead, "but that slut deserved that knife.""You will not talk about your stepsister like that," Dad snaps, his voice surprisingly precise. He seems remarkably clear-eyed this evening, which is unusual for this hour. Good thing things unfolded the way they did at the wedding. Otherwise, dad would undoubtedly be at the bottom of his tenth bottle of Bud Light by now. But after the nightmare with Monique, our family had pretty much packed up and left the pavilion without joining the Alpha family's private dinner.Tony says, "Sorry, Dad."Dad looks over at me, his weathered face softens. "And don't you worry about your stepmother, Florence. I'll deal with Penny."Everyone in the room turns to look at him, a little puzzled. He has never stood up to Penny before. He blinks at our collective silence. "What?""Nothing," I murmur."Alright," he says, adjusting his tuxedo. "
Florence POV: Monique Attacks.Monique is on the floor, writhing like a snake in Lucio's restraining clutch. She is shrieking at the top of her lungs: "You took him! You thief! You took him!"Irene shrinks back into the crook of Jason's armpit like a child, mewling like a terrified kitten, her eyes wide as saucers. Her makeup-caked face quivers in fear.Beside them, Penny is standing white-faced, panting for air with both hands slapped over her mouth.A squad of armed guards rushes into the pavilion. Lucio releases his grip, and the guards haul the thrashing girl off the floor. Monique’s tangled black hair is flying everywhere, her floral dress torn in places, and ruined as her arms and legs flail wildly. One of her high-heeled shoes flies right off her foot, soars through the air before landing dead center on top of the six-tiered wedding cake. I hear a plop inside my head and hold back a chuckle. I snap out of my initial shock. My racing heart starts to revel in the chaos that jus
Florence POV: Red Dress Or Not"Are you sure?" Susie asks, her voice barely a whisper above the muffled thumping of the bass vibrating through the whole house."What other explanation is there, Susie?" I snap, my hands shaking as I examine the dress in my hand. "Look at him. He doesn't even know wh
Florence POV: Is Jason Bewitched?I wake with a start, the harsh glare of the sunlight coming from the window in my eyes. I had fallen asleep in the middle of weeping.A hesitant knock on the door makes me jump. A soft voice calls out from the hallway. "Can I come in, Florence?"I sit up, pressing
Jason POV: The Feeling Like Floating Damn, she’s beautiful.I stare at Irene as we sway to the music and thank the moon goddess for my luck. I never knew she was this beautiful. Her mother, Penny, is a striking woman, and it’s obvious Irene inherited those full, inviting lips and the soft, elegan
Florence POV: The Unification Ball The closer Jason gets, the smaller the smile on my face becomes.He isn't looking at me.I frown, confused. Why isn't he looking my way? His gaze is fixed straight ahead, distant and cold. I raise my hand, casting a glance around to see if anyone notices my hesi







