Novelas y relatos de Christine Feehan

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

But as I scrolled through my news feed, another headline caught my eye, one that had nothing to do with our celebration. “Alpha Aaron Moonstone Spotted with Mystery Woman, Luna Shantel Nowhere in Sight” My heart rate picked up with anticipation as I clicked on the article, and sure enough, there were photos of Aaron stumbling in of what looked like a hotel with a woman who definitely wasn’t Shantel. The images were grainy took in the dark but clear enough to identify the woman as Christine, his secretary, both of them looking disheveled in a way that left little doubt about what they’d been doing.