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He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked as she slowly collected the bag from him. “See for yourself.” She looked at him one more time before opening the bag. She pulled out a hoodie. A white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. “It’s the same type...you’re wearing.” “Yes,” he smiled. “It’s oversize so it wouldn’t be so obvious you’re on uniform.” “Daniel, i-” “No, it’s okay. You’re going to keep it. Please, keep it.”

“You can wear one of my hoodies if you want.” “Yes! Thank you. I can wear anything.” The Alpha opened his closet and threw one of the hoodies towards her, and when she caught it, an intense smell of vanilla and his musk invaded her nostrils. It had a strong residual of his scent along with the clothes freshener. She secretly didn't mind it at all. "I can't wear this," Allie stated, holding the material in a ball in her opened palm. Nate arched his brow. “What happened to I can wear anything?”

The funny part is that, outside of witches who are openly practicing on social media, they think we’re just fictional characters. I saw an opportunity a few years ago, when I stepped inside a human bookstore, Dad told me to run with it, so I did. Our biggest seller was a T-shirt with a wolf’s face and golden eyes and the slogan “I Don’t Chase. I Track.” For men. That one shocked me. Women bought tank tops with the slogan “Prey is a Point of View.” The entire line was a huge success. Right before everything turned to shit, I was going to introduce motorcycle gear. The wolves running that operation were some of the most clever creatives I’d come across.

After they finished, they passed by a children’s clothing boutique. “Wait here,” Elias said and stepped inside. A few minutes later, he came back with two small bags. “What did you buy?” Maya asked. He pulled out a soft pink hoodie with small stars on the sleeves for Anika and a pale cream one for Maya. They were matching—simple, elegant, and soft to the touch. “I thought it might be cute,” he said. “And warm. The amusement park gets chilly in the evening.” Anika clapped. “We match!”

“That hoodie is from the Lyperian Royal Academy. Lyperians take pride in that. They wouldn’t give it to just anyone, especially not to some…werewolf girl.” I stopped in my steps, feeling the color drain from my face. The realization finally hit me, and it hit hard. That smug smile on Nate’s face when I told him I wasn’t planning on giving back that hoodie was for a reason. Trinity kept talking, but I blocked out her voice, heading to my closet. I opened my drawer and pulled out the neatly folded hoodie to inspect the three letters on it. ‘LRA’ As if the symbol of the shield and sword weren’t obvious enough already.

Plus socks. As for Gerald, I'm bewildered. Finally, my choice fell to the hoodie. Hopefully, it can become the favorite hoodie among dozens of his other hoodies. This time, I bought a black hoodie. Because most of Gerald's hoodies are gray and maroon, even though he likes green, the green hoodie collection is only a few. Ah, my handsome husband. There wasn't the slightest gap in his physique that made me feel even more attractive. It makes me even more annoyed by him. My handsome, sweet popcorn, my husband. Kelsea's father.

he says, making me melt. “You got me more than one gift, Kaeden?” I ask and take both from him. I sit down on my bed after placing the frame on the bed and unwrap the big box. My eyes widened in shock! Inside is a set of clothes, a red and black baseball jacket with my name on it and the number eight on it. Setting it down, I pulled out two shirts, one black with Cyro’s name on it on the back and in front. It had an outline in light blue of a wolf, while the other shirt was a black and blue checked shirt. I pulled out a pair of plain black jeans and white sneakers that had a wolf printed on the outside of the left shoe and Cyro’s name on the other.

I read a few pages and already I’m imagining the alpha werewolf in my book to look like Jonathan. Dammit. “I have something for you,” he says, coming back down the stairs. He’s wearing black athletic pants and a Chicago Bears hoodie. I’m not a big sports fan, but I do support my city. “You do?” “Well, kind of.” He crosses the room. “Grab your coat.” Setting my book down, I get up and hurry after him. “If it’s a cat, you should have waited until Edward wakes up.” He gives me a playful glare. “It’s not a cat.”

The Blackhawks Tomahawk logo was on the left chest and there was a Tommy Hilfiger logo on the top edge of the hoodie. Meredith was also wearing a pair of black leggings that said Blackhawks down one side. She had on a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black leather wedge sneakers with laces and zippers that went up the sides. She was also wearing her Tom Ford asymmetrical leather jacket. She gave a sheepish smile and hoped it wouldn't be too obvious how much her shoes and jacket cost but she knew anyone looking would be able to tell that they weren't from Kohl's or even Macy's for that matter.