JESSICA

A few days later, everyone’s losing their minds over the damn party next week. It’s “tradition, apparently–our pack opening the village to outsiders, to build alliances and whatnot. Strengthen bonds, show off our hospitality, blah blah.

Whatever.

Grayson’s been glued to the commandants for days now and I’m kind of pissed because I haven’t seen him. Seriously? How busy can he be to

not show his face to me?

It’s not like I need him. Obviously. But… come on

twalk through the center of the village, where warriors are drilling in formation and omegas are running around with crates of food and armfuls of decorations. Everyone’s moving fast, voices sharp, nerves stretched thin. You’d think the damn Moon Goddess herself was coming

spot Pierce talking to two warriors by the training posts. He catches my eye and gives me a chin–lit, casual and cool. Not what I need right

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“What’s with these preparations?” I snap, not bothering with a greeting.

Pierce’s mouth quirks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Stop pouting, Jess. You’re not cute anymore.”

“Really? I think she’s cute”

My eyes widen and I quickly turn my back to see Grayson towering behind me. “What are you doing here, omega?”

“Grayson.”

Pierce cough.” Alpha, Jess. Alpha.”

“Alpha,” echo flatly, giving him a mocking little nod. “Didn’t see you there. Too busy barking orders from your ivory tower?”

“Someone’s mouthy today,” he murmurs, hands behind his back, the kind of posture that s

says discipline but his eyes are all

smile politely and back off before end up on Grayson’s hit list again. But no. Instead, I tilt my head, looking up at him through my lashes like I’m completely innocent, like there’s nothing in the world more pure than

most playful smile I can

chuckles low.

Grayson eyes

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step closer. “You’re needed in the training center, Pierce,” Grayson says.

tugging at his Tips. “Alright, alright,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and resignation. “But don’t make her cry that much

When Pierce is gone, he leans down, his breath ghosting

breath.

baby. He whispered, eyes probably noticing that others are looking

snap to his, but his face is already cool again, unreadable to everyone

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Chapter 28

Untouchable.

But to me?

he’s the heat burning just beneath

whisper, my tone sharper than I mean, but I’m still flushed from what

again.

arm like it’s nothing, like it’s casual,

he says. “Now I’m not. Meet me

narrow my eyes. “You think I’ll just

it’s that soft, cocky kind of smirk that only I

he walks away I was still holding my breath when Logan walk towards me. “You

calming myself “As

his elbow like we’re still kids and nothing’s changed, like I’m not one wrong word

being alpha’s chew toy,”

Logan laughs. I don’t.

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