Nicole
The dinner party had taken an interesting turn when Alpha Zack suddenly became fixated on Scarlett's desserts—and perhaps Scarlett.
As a towering werewolf with intimidating presence, his sweet tooth seemed charmingly out of place.
I watched with amusement as he practically memorized the address to her bakery.
"By the way, Shawn," Zack said, shifting topics after his dessert revelation, "your birthday's coming up soon. Any plans to celebrate?"
Shawn had been quiet most of the evening, his large frame leaning back in his chair with one arm casually draped behind Weslee's seat.
The territorial gesture wasn't lost on me—nor was the tension between them.
"As usual," Shawn replied flatly, his gaze sweeping around the table before landing briefly on Weslee.
Damien
