Semua Bab Married to the Werewolf Lord: Bab 1 - Bab 8

LORA"Congratulations to the happy couple! Wellington heir Mark announces engagement to banking heiress Sophia Blackwood..."I stared at my laptop screen. A piece of cold pizza was halfway to my mouth. My ex-boyfriend's perfect smile mocked me from the pages of Vanity Fair. Two weeks of hiding in my apartment like a hurt animal, and this was how I found out he had already moved on. Through a magazine spread that looked like a political campaign ad."Son of a gun," I said quietly, then immediately felt guilty. Mom would wash my mouth out with soap if she heard language like that. Then again, she probably would not approve of the pizza-box fort I had built around my couch either.My phone buzzed. Again. Maya's contact photo flashed on the screen for the fifteenth time that day."Lora Marie Blake, I know you are hiding in there like a pig in mud. Answer the phone!"Despite everything, my lips almost smiled. Maya had never met a saying she could not mess up.The apartment door shook under

LORAThe Marrock Industries building in Manhattan was huge, all glass and steel, towering up like it was trying to show off. I stood on the sidewalk, holding my portfolio tight and trying not to freak out. You got this, Mama, I whispered to myself, using the same pep talk I give when Alex is being a handful. You're Lora Blake, a badass designer and a great mom. Buildings don't scare you.Once I got inside, the lobby was all marble and modern art that looked way too expensive. The receptionist was stunning, like she walked right off a magazine cover, making me suddenly self-conscious about my plain blazer and Target shoes. Lora Blake to see Mr. Marrock, I said, trying hard to sound confident."Fifty-seventh floor. Ms. Morrison will meet you at the elevator," she replied.The elevator ride felt way too quick. I checked my hair in the shiny steel doors, tucked a loose strand behind my ear, and reminded myself that I earned this. My work was good-really good-and someone had recognized i

ERINMy penthouse occupied the entire top floor of the building, and I watched Lora's face as she stepped inside. Her brown eyes went wide, taking in the floor-to-ceiling windows taking over most of the living space, and the modern furniture that cost as much as a aircraft decorating the wide space.She did not say anything, but I caught the slight hitch in her breath. Good. Let her see what kind of world she had been keeping my son from."Drink?" I moved to the bar, needing something to do with my hands."I want answers." She stood in the center of my living room like she was ready for a fight. "How did you get that photograph?"I poured two glasses of whiskey, expensive stuff that usually helped me think clearly, but unfortunately its not going to help, not tonight."Your son shifted on a playground three weeks ago." I held out a glass to her. She did not take it. "A three-year-old werewolf pup, golden eyes, no pack scent. Word travels fast in our circles."I continued, "The superna

LORASo here's the thing about flying cross-country with a distinguished and famous elderly doctor who smells like expensive cologne and medical antiseptic - it's awkward as hell, especially when you're pretty sure he has some level of power over medical decisions.Dr. Gray looked like he belonged in some fancy medical drama, all silver hair and kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, but I knew he wasn't just any doctor. This was Erin's personal physician, the one who handled "sensitive matters" for the werewolf royal family. Which apparently now includes my son"Ms Blake," he said gently as our plane descended into Portland, "I want you to know that this procedure is completely routine. A simple saliva swab, nothing invasive.""Yeah, well, nothing about this situation is routine," I muttered, bouncing my knee nervously while Alex, whom I'd picked up earlier to avoid delay, colored in his dinosaur book next to me—completely oblivious to the fact that his entire future was about to be d