LOGIN“Loved you,” I corrected quietly.Gideon didn’t comment on that part. “Leave him,” he repeated. “Let’s fix this. Please.”I was quiet for a moment, working out how to say the next part. Then I just said it. “I’m not married to Sebastian.”Gideon was quiet.“We have an arrangement,” I said. “He offer
Avery’s POVThe sun had come up already. The birds were singing outside the window, and the scent of freshly mowed grass was in the air. Nighttime had come to its end, and morning had arrived.So did the shame. It came right after I realized that I was still on the couch with my dress rumpled around
“No.”“Good.” His member sat heavily in my palm, warm and thick and just as familiar as it had been ten years ago, that night when we met in the forest and didn’t even see each other’s faces in the shadows. It filled me just the same as it had back then, swift and deliberate and oh so delicious.Gid
Avery’s POV“I love you, Avery.” He said it again but more slowly, like he wanted to make sure each word landed with the equal amount of pressure. “I always have. And I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear enough before. I’m sorry that I pushed you away because I was too much of a coward to say it ou
“Gideon, I came as soon as I could,” I would say. “I saw Avery collecting aphrodisiac plants in the forest. I should have told you sooner—”“Avery. I love you.”I froze.Silence fell inside the room. My hand, which had been reaching for the doorknob, hovered midair.“You don’t mean that,” Avery whis
Fiona’s POVIt took me a good while to slip away from Colt. He seemed awfully dedicated to taking up my time tonight, despite the fact that I was making every effort to make it clear that I was disinterested in a conversation.Finally, while he was briefly distracted by me “accidentally” bumping int
Obediently, I drifted through the piles of riotous colors of satin and chiffon and damask. My fingers tentatively brushed against velvets and suedes and the brushed silk of the fine lapels of a men’s tuxedo that draped sharply over a blank-faced mannequin in one section of the floor dedicated to men
Avery’s POV I didn’t sleep well that night. Flashes of my conversation with Reynaud ran through my mind on loop, causing me to toss and turn fitfully. Over and over I considered what I should do. Reynaud had been specific about what was on offer. He dangled power and prestige in front of me, and
Avery’s POVThat evening Gideon’s sister took me shopping for a gown suitable for the final night of the Alpha Council. Apparently those upper echelons of Wolven society loved their social occasions, and I couldn’t disgrace Nightwolf Pack by appearing under-dressed.I had showered and grabbed a chan
Perhaps I had been mistaken. Perhaps she did truly enjoy this simple, menial labor over the pleasure of my company in the pack house. Out here, her body language seemed more relaxed, and she moved well despite her healing injuries.Though, I did wonder at Dierdra assigning her these sorts of tasks w







