Ashley's POV
I stood there, my eyes sweeping over the rows of racks overflowing with high-end designer gowns, lingering on the velvet trays where diamond necklaces sparkled almost blindingly, and eventually settling on the limited-edition handbags giving off the unmistakable scent of expensive leather. It felt like someone had taken an entire Fifth Avenue boutique and dropped it right into the middle of the Bloodmoon Pack's manor.
Hebert stood amidst the sea of luxury, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored slacks. The slightly open collar of his black silk shirt revealed the sharp lines of his collarbone and just a peek of his toned chest. His gaze was fixed on me.
Honestly, if this had been years ago, I'd probably be thrilled—a rich, strong, ridiculously go
