"Alright then! Let's make a trip to a haute couture boutique that specializes in ceremonial Luna gowns." Anastasia had no choice but to obey the strict dress code of the gathering. In our world, appearances at elite pack events were more than fashion—they were status, dominance, and bloodline wrapped into silk.
By the time the clock struck one in the afternoon, Alex had already spent several heated rounds tangled with Hayley in his bed. The scent of her skin carried a dangerous resemblance to Anastasia's, and that familiar trace kept dragging the wolf inside him into a frenzy he could barely control.
When they finally woke, Alex disappeared into the bathroom while Hayley remained sprawled across the bed, lazily scrolling through her phone. Not once did guilt cross her mind over the way she had treated Erica. To Hayley, Alex was nothing more than a useful pawn, the same as he was to Erica. None of them cared enough to claim him fully.
A notification flashed across her screen then.
