he room starts to shrink. I thought that if we kept changing our minds, if we kept

with my hands on my knees, taking deep breaths to calm the riot in my stomach. It's anxiety. The last thing

id he start to feel me? When was I close enough to trigger something inside of him? What did he think when he saw me standing there with my Luna? Was I truly what he's been waitin

uld end any competitor in a matter of seconds. He looked dangerous, and I wanted so badly to believe that I w

ven't touched and watch as she blow-dries and rolls and lifts. She adds small touches to my face, little dusts of color and darkness to my eyes-

ght?" She a

. You'll have to come back tomorrow

f, I think it may be the sleeves or the respectful hemline, or most likely the pointed neckline that is harsh in shape but shows such delicate parts. I know Jeremy didn't want me to get

t I suppose I am only willing to cave for David. I could never speak to him again, and I would still ma

. It's the alarm. He knows. "Come in," I call

nce to him as I do so. "Are they here?" I ask and sit on the bed. My hands secure each heel on e

says. "I came to s

am. Unless

ect, Brigette.

ht?" I ask as we hea

codra can be unpredictable, and the relationship

t have to laugh

steps, for once the one looking d

you would prefer I sit this one out,

ants to m

nt, and I can't he

s curious, and it is always good to know whe

me there even if h

on the banister, sliding then helplessly falling by my side. "Yes,

es me one last look before going to let Alpha Nicodra and his Luna ins

d smile, again scanning for Alpha Nicodra's Luna, but the only new addition is the Alpha and his sly look. The pair of Alphas halt at me like the roadblock I've becom

she feels better," I say as my eyes linger on the dark, frosted glass. Wh

is quickly cleared. Simultaneously, Helena takes the bottle of wine and uncorks it

a Nicodra tells me. "Please, Briget

ace. My mother always told me to wait until I'm a little older before drinking. I assume being a Luna qualifies me

t missing anything particularly delicious. But I know she doesn't drink for the taste. My mother sits down on the couch

efore saying, "Yo

icate rim to my lips, as I sip the deep, crimson liquid. It coats my tongue and, despi

it?" The Alpha s

ut I am not much of

drink of choic

m not much o

s. "Of course, yo

in the air before saying, "To growing up."

've done well for yourself with this one." He the

e discussion, and I will

ard to it,"

s over my head. I chew my food, sip my rather harsh wine, and smile whenever someone checks in on me with a glance. I continuously stare at David's bread that he has seemin

bits of a veteran couple

havior. It really is a privilege to have the tolerance

. We must be

ds. "Of