Bound By The Moon: The Alpha’s Regret
“And you, Bella, you better not ghost on me—because I’m throwing a party.”
My brows lifted. “A party-party?”
“A party-party,” he confirmed. “Small, just a few friends. Drinks, music, maybe those little mini hot dogs you like.”
I snorted. “Only if you promise not to sing.”
“No deal,” he laughed. “My bar, my mic, my playlist.”
“God help us,” Harper muttered, but she was smiling.
The idea of a house party would’ve made my wolf bristle before—too many scents, too many eyes. But now, I just looked around at the people who had become my family and felt... okay.
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