Novel & Cerita Gust Portia

"Right. Digger is the mastiff that the Alpha and Isabella raised together. It's very precious to them. We all joke that he's the Alpha's first son." I felt my heart stop for a second. It turned out the Spring Hunt party was just Jack's way of throwing a birthday celebration for Digger, and everyone had silently agreed to say nothing to me. I chuckled bitterly at myself. Perhaps I should meet the real guest of honor. I pushed open the iron gate, and sure enough, Isabella was there. She was crouched next to a brown, fierce-looking mastiff, gently stroking its neck. "Luna, have you come to see Digger too? Isn't he cute?" She looked up with a smile, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

Apparently, I’d outgrown the pink blouse, though I hadn’t known that when I put it on this morning. At least not consciously. “It shrunk in the wash.” I hissed in my defense. I think that’s true. “Oh, yeah? Did your vagina too? Since I’m sure it’s had a real good washing lately.” She nodded toward Porter as he walked in. Before giving me begging eyes. But I was still staring at her, jaw agape. Thankful I didn’t have to answer that last question because of his returning presence. Porter was shooting me, Teresa and even Rita confused glances this morning. He adjusted one arm of his glasses along his face before setting his cup carefully on the same corner of his desk he always did. Perfectly o