na
ing under the pressure. The knuckles of my free hand tu
ed to a conspiratorial whisper as he spoke back into the phone. "Ila, listen, I'm s
it was enough to douse the initial flare of my
oice barely a whisper, trembl
horne," he said, his voice tight. "She's... she's my brother's chosen
future Luna of th
ould command the Alpha's brother and expect to be obeyed without question. A woman who bel
ing like ash in my mouth. The last thing I want
you," Cole's voice softened, turning warm and intimate. It
es. They were everything. "I love you too," I w
rushed back in to fill the void. But this time, it was
ke it up
so tired, being ordered around by his future sister-in-l
urp
n't just a want anymore; it was a mission. I would go t
ely ignoring the buzz of my phone in my pocket. A quick glance
phone deepe
xture of excitement and nerves. I scanned the route map, my eyes finding the lin
y devouring a cinnamon roll from The Rolling Pin, the best
perfect. Simple, sweet, and
as doing this. For Cole. For us. I imagined the look on his face when I showed up, a warm cinnamon roll in hand. The thought was so wonderful it pushe
weet scent of cinnamon and sugar wrapping around me like
a comforting weight in my hands. Then, I was back on another bus, this one
ir dense canopy swallowing the sunlight. Deep within that
houette of the manor's pointed roofs against the sky. I t
my mind, a mix of her own ex
utching the paper bag a littl
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