Sunday    Elle’s POV   Elle barely tasted her food despite knowing the unimaginable talent behind tonight’s dinner. Every smile reminded her of the secrets Corvin had been keeping. Even if she had the proof that he had not been lying earlier, there were other secrets here. It was time she knew exactly what was going on. Yet, her skin tingled in anticipation as her impatient mind kept returning to the gratifying idea that this might be really real. Elle was actually going to meet a real-life werewolf. The powerful, primal animal inside of her already sexy husband.  The idea filled her with eager anticipation and heightened the intimate sensitivity between her legs. She could feel the soft fabric of her panties pressin

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   Monday   Elle’s POV The bright sunlight coming through Corvin’s office window reflected off the shiny wood floorboards directly into Elle’s eyes. She sat up alert. As much as she wanted to be able to deny having fallen asleep in her vigil, the night grew long, and Corvin had not come home. Her memories from yesterday were foggy as she stretched wearily. Sleeping on the couch left her stiff and sore. The day returned to her in scattered fragments until she remembered walking into the garden. It was such a romantic place to meet. She wasn’t sure what she had actually seen. A part o

  Tuesday Elle's POV   A long series of earth-shattering bangs startled Elle into awakening. When she realized it was just the blasted TV, she pushed herself up from the torturous couch and went into her lonely bedroom. The unbidden sun was coming up. Corvin had once again not come back to his apartment, and Elle was starting to wonder if it had something to do with her. Maybe he had run out of the garden because he didn't want to be with her. That would make more sense.  If he were secretly pining for her as it felt in those steamy moments that made her heart race and her knees weak, he w

  Corvin’s POV Over the last few arduous days, the longest break between monster attacks was the shortest hour of their life. Remus and Corvin were at the lead of every fight. While the continuous strenuous activity was exhausting, nothing made them feel more alive than ripping the throats out of their enemies. The invaders had killed none of the pack through pure strength of will and focus. However, everyone had sustained injuries by now. It was hard to distinguish how much blood was from the warrior and how much was from the enemy. When the fighting went past sunrise on Monday morning, Corvin grouped the wolves into two parties. Each team took turns resting. As alpha, Remus’s team, which consisted of him and Sean, were the last ones to rest, and it was Wednesday.