Jordy's POVI don't know why I go back to this strip club every night and keep on searching for that secret girl.Something about that stripper's scent bothers me, I want to see her again. To wove into her hair and kiss her not just once, but many times.I have a strange crush on her like she’s my mate, and no werewolf can resist the mate bond.My eyes search around and find a girl sitting on the ground, she looks like that mysterious girl. Does she twist her leg?Worry pass through my heart, I just step forward wanting to check. But the next second, as I grab her shoulder and look at her, this girl turns her head at me and smiles. "Mr. Antonakos?"Wrong girl."Sorry," I turn around stiffly and walk towards the sofa, with this stripper shouting behind me, "I have a special dance tonight, please come and have fun with me!"I ignore her invitation and grab a bottle of icy water from the table and drink it all.The fake image of her face smiling at others makes my head pain, and this del

Jordy’s POVI pace the length of the room for a moment, then turn to the desk, dialing Jack, my beta.It takes only two rings for Jack to answer. That doesn’t surprise me."Jack," I pause, "I bring that girl to the castle.""Are you nut, Jordy! You bring a human to a werewolf pack?!" His voice is so sharp it can cut glass."I know it's an exaggeration, but her smell and body satisfy me. I'm talking about emotional satisfaction.""If you mean to imply that your ex-girlfriends didn't satisfy you physically, then I'm going to call you a liar."I huff, "there's more to life than body pleasure. And since I found out my mate, I broke up with all of my girlfriends.""Yes indeed. And she's dead.""There is, in fact, that girl is currently downstairs in my kitchen. I want to date her and try more.”"And you want me to gather all the pack members and let you announce your decision?""Yeah."Emma is a human, obviously, she has no clue about werewolves, so my pack needs to be more careful around

Emma’s POVEverything else in my life is upended. I have a billionaire boyfriend Jordy who keeps dating me, and he wants to present me to the world soon.Very soon. The sooner the worse.Because Jordy's brother Austin is also curious about me, just like his older brother Jordy. And Austin goes to the coffee shop and sits for a very long time, his eyes concentrating on me like crazy.I'm forced to set a plan in motion to ensure these two brothers will not have a chance to meet each other and avoid that one day they're accidentally known both curious about one woman - me.Now I have been studying at Nevermore for a few weeks and am trying to throw myself into things.The first two weeks are technically freshers’ weeks, and I see them everywhere. I am bemused to find myself noticing the legibility of my unease.I’m going out as much as I can, beating down the reluctance that rises up my throat every night, ignoring the feeling that I’d have a better night if I just, I think, stay in bed.

Austin’s POVWith every probing plunge of my tongue, I want Emma more.I study the pouting swell of Emma's rosy lips with intense pleasure, arousal flashing through my body with storm-force potency.As my body begins to react, I stop kissing her and determine not to let my libido take over when there are so many classmates around us.I sigh with unhidden regret as the awkward silence stretches.“I really do wish I can lock you up in my bed and force you to moan with excitement. But sadly, I let you run away from me.”"Emma? Say something, or do you want me to kiss you again?" My eyes land on her full lower lip.She is breathing rapidly and compresses her lips."This is wrong," she reminds me with sudden resentful heat. "None of that should happen. You have a girlfriend, and I have a new boyfriend."I try to read his face, but her expression is unreadable. My smile wipes off, "but... No, that's impossible."I hear myself whisper with incredulous emphasis.She sneers at my words and pic

Jordy’s POVTwo things happen on the first day. One is that, under pressure from me, Emma agrees to try a small boat.I have been at her for hours, saying that she can’t possibly come all this way and not enjoy the sea. But she says she’s been hopeless at windsurfing and can breathe underwater.We don’t have enough time to book her in for a beginners’ diving course, so we decide to sit on the boat.“How much is it?” She gasps theatrically when she sees the boat.“$357,263, I bought it yesterday.” I grab her waist and gesture toward the boat.“It’s really expensive!” Her mouth is wide open.“Yeah. Emma, I watch the weather report in the morning, it will be the last mild day of the month. Rain is due tomorrow. So don’t waste the sunlight, come on, let’s go out on the boat.”I carry a couple of blankets, two thermoses of hot chocolate, some raspberry biscuits Emma has made in the kitchen, stud with small white nubs of marzipan. The biscuits are warm from the oven still and warp in foil.