Zoe’s POV 16 Years Old My brother was driving me crazy! As my guardian, I knew he just wanted to keep me safe. But I was sixteen years old! When was he going to realize I didn’t need a babysitter? This year’s masquerade ball was being held in our territory and I wanted so badly to watch everyone arriving, to see all the fancy costumes. I knew I couldn’t actually attend since I wasn’t eighteen yet. But what would it hurt to watch from a distance? My brother, Zayne, was acting as if we were expecting a pack of wild rogues to attack, not holding a party for our trusted allies with top-notch security in place. What did he think could possibly happen to me, observing from afar and scrutinizing the fashion choices? Eye strain? Besides, I may not have my wolf yet but I could take care of myself. My sixteenth birthday was last week and I still hadn’t shifted, which wasn’t unusual. But it could happen anytime so Zayne wouldn’t let me out of his sight. And when he had to, he refused t

Dillon’s POV Fuck me! Every time I saw her that girl got under my skin and I had no idea why I let her. That was a lie. She was the brightest light in any room and I wanted her to notice me the way I noticed her, but she never did. Or if she did, it was only to make some snide comment or go out of her way to be rude to me. She drove me absolutely fuckin’ crazy! I wasn’t even sure what it was about Zoe Davies that made it nearly impossible to get her off my mind. Something about her called to me in a way no other woman ever had, or I feared ever would. She was snarky and short-tempered and argumentative. But she was also sweet and selfless and brave. Two sides of a coin and I never knew which side was going to be up. I kinda liked that about her. If all that weren’t enough, the girl was fuckin’ gorgeous! With her sleek blonde hair, icy blue eyes that seemed to see right through you and lean, long legs that went on for days. Fuck, those legs! And when she innocently called me daddy t

Dillon’s POV I was moments away from slaughtering every male wolf on this beach. As soon as she stepped off the trail into the open, every man here was leering at her. Then she peeled off her cover-up to reveal the skimpiest, sexiest little pink bikini I’d ever seen, way too much of her smooth, tan skin on full display. And when I saw them all eye-fucking the shit out of her, lusting over what my wolf and I considered ours, I couldn’t stop the angry rumble that erupted in my chest. With every passing day, my wolf grew more and more possessive of Zoe. He insisted on being close to her whenever possible and barely tolerated anyone touching her. Dorian was adamant that we try to pursue her, refusing to acknowledge her obvious disdain for me, insisting we could make her love us if I would just make the effort. It was Dorian’s influence that pushed me to go to her room this morning, intent on asking her to spend the day with me. But before I even had a chance to knock, I heard her gig

Zoe’s POV “Do you know where Landon is taking you?” Julia asked from her perch on my bed, keeping me company while I got ready for my date. “No Idea. He said it’s a surprise.” I told her, feeling a sense of trepidation shoot through me at the word “date.” Landon and I had flirted around the edges of a relationship for a while now. We’d hung out before and he’d definitely been affectionate, hugging me or putting his arm around me. But we’d always been with a group of friends, never alone. I’d never even kissed the guy. This would be our first official date and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Landon seemed like a great guy, but I already knew he wasn’t my “forever” guy, so part of me wondered why even bother dating him. But the other part of me thought, why not? Didn’t I deserve to go out and have a good time? It was that thought that convinced me to give it a try. Besides, I planned to go away to college soon, not that I’d told anyone about that yet. But when I did, I want

Dillon’s POV It was late evening when I left the office and I’d already missed dinner. But I wasn’t particularly hungry so I decided just to head home. When I walked into the suite at the packhouse, the sound of girls giggling was almost enough to make me turn around and leave again. I knew that laughter all too well. Zoe was here. Again, I found myself wishing I could understand why the girl was such a hellion when it came to me. A beautiful hellion, gorgeous really, but a hellion nonetheless. What had I done to earn her hatred? I watched her interact with other people. Let’s face it, watching Zoe was a bit of an obsession for me. But she was sweet as pie to everyone else. With me, she was sassy, argumentative, and just plain insulting most of the time. It hadn’t always been that way. I could still remember a time when she would be all smiles and adorable blushes around me. All of that changed like turning off a light switch. And I felt like if I could just understand why, I