MARTHA'S POV:
My heart was still pounding after I had hopped out of Mr. Weston's car. I still cannot believe that he is a true werewolf. I need to research his kind, and be sure that I haven’t conceived that man’s baby.
Mr. Weston had reminded me countless times that the man is a Prince. I cannot have anything linking me to him. So why was my heart pounding at the recollection of him? Why were my cheeks burning hot thinking about his unclad body?
Steadying myself, I firmly held my handbag, walking toward the front of the house.
When I glanced at the driveway, I saw Mark’s black car parked there and I knew that he would be inside.
When I arrived at the front door, I pressed the doorbell, and Elena swung it open.
She wore an orange dress that revealed her thighs. Her face looked misera
