His Ex-Luna Is A Secret Heiress!
But even he isn’t immune.
Finally, his lips part.
“I, Evans Henshaw of the Whitemoon Pack… reject you, Georgia Ashcroft, as my mate.”
Evans growls, loud and primal. “You fucking bitch!”
I only laugh. Deep, unbothered, and satisfied.
But then, I see it. The way his head suddenly tilts, his brows furrowing as something seems to click.
“Ashcroft?” he mutters, squinting. “Which—”