Elle’s POV “I… just needed clothes for after I got out of the shower.” She stuttered as his eyes ate angry holes through her soul.  She glanced down at her hands. Elle still held the puppy, and she offered it to Corvin repentantly. “I like your puppy.”  He ripped it from her fingers, smelling it up and down in big whole breath sniffs. She gawked at him, confused. Elle hadn’t changed the smell of the toy in the few seconds that she held it. “Mine!” He growled threateningly as his threatening eyes took her in. She put her hands up to defend herself. Then began to scoot by him. Both of his hands pounded the wall on either side of her head. The force of it shocked

  Corvin’s POV   ‘Close your mouth, man. You're making a fool of us.’ Remus complained. But Corvin could feel the wolf’s arousal on top of his own and knew he understood. She was breathtaking.  He had expected her to wear a pair of his sweats and sit in comfortable oversized clothing all night. But she had chosen a bathrobe that did not obscure her sexy figure at all. The bathrobe exposed more of her caressable soft skin than he had previously seen, and it was so provocative and inviting that he had to fight the urge to touch her.  Luminous water drops sparkled boldly on her creamy skin. He wondered what she wore under the bathrobe, but that question would lead down a path he wasn’t prepared to go yet. He turned to the food in an attempt to get a grip on himself.

  Elle’s POV Elle did not sleep well that night despite how tired she was. Corvin’s behavior and excuses kept her up all night. None of it made sense, and the more she tried to make sense of it, the more upset she got. After Corvin left her room, she cried for a while. Then got up to stare out the window at the night sky. It wasn’t as bright or beautiful as it had been last night. But she could still see far beyond the castle wall, where the deer roamed in the woods. She tossed and turned when she laid down, but sleep would not come. Several times, she considered going into the next room and demanding answers from him. No one would be allowed to leave until she

  Sunday   Corvin’s POV- Corvin was in his office when the ladies came bursting through the door of his apartment, chatting and giggling. He had left the office door cracked, but now he shut and locked it. He was on the phone with the bloody council, and, unfortunately, they were hounding him to speak to Elle. He could barely tell Elle about their reality, never mind subject her to the council. The council is a group of bloodthirsty wolves who are hundreds of years old and think they know better than anyone else. With that age came a certain skepticism and an ability to manipulate others. The first stole their happiness. The second filled them with sadistic ple

  SuNDAY   Elle’s POV   The hairbrush was the one thing that Elle picked for herself. It had a gold handle and pearls along the backside. It was beautiful with white bristles that were just the right amount of resistance to brush her hair. Arya sat Elle down and started brushing. It felt good to have her hair done, although Arya sometimes pulled. She enjoyed the one-on-one attention she got when her friends dressed her. But this felt cheap for some reason, fake. Arya explained the few customs that she would be expected to observe during dinner. Most of it Elle would have done anyway because they were good manners. Arya pulled Elle’s hair back in a si