~Ezinne~ That night, sleep eluded me. Instead, I lay wide awake in bed, my gaze fixed on the blank expanse of the ceiling above, my mind consumed by the urgent need to find a solution. The recent events had made it painfully clear where I stood in the pack, highlighting a truth I could no lo

Garrick cleared his throat, a note of desperation in his voice. "Elara is pregnant, and, as you might know, pregnant women often experience intense cravings. She's been craving the pasta you once made." "I haven't cooked in four months, Garrick," I interjected, my voice tinged with incredulity at

Rafe often said I needed a mate to soften my edges, but the thought never appealed to me. I had never thought of having one. Mates seemed more like distractions than partners, and I had no desire to become as infatuated and vulnerable as Hunter had become with Eloise. He practically worshipped the g

"You must be the queen bee," a deep voice remarked from behind me. Turning, I was met by a young man whose presence was surprisingly commanding for his age, and his voice way deeper than his appearance. His features were striking, and he carried the hint of emerging adulthood with an effortless ch

"Fuck you, Garrick," I muttered, turning and walking away. ~*~ During the dance, I managed to steal a moment with Barbara, and we escaped to the rooftop for some privacy. There, I opened my heart to her, revealing everything. She was taken aback when she learned that Garrick hadn't touched m