Chapter 2
Zyra hadn’t expected that even after all the mud she’d slung at me. Bastian would still bring me along to dinner. A of venom crossed her eyes before it was quickly replaced by a look of helpless anxiety. “Bastian, is that really approp
I’m just a nameless omega with no status. How could I possibly let the Luna peel shrimp for me?”
1 her chin up and kissed her. “Don’t be ridiculous. In my eyes, you’re cleaner than she’ll ever be. title
soaking wet like that. She might as well be standing there naked for everyone to stare at.”
but laugh out loud.
e one who’d had a dozen men drag me into the pool until my clothes were plastered to my skin. And some
the dirty one.
ertain that I had no choice but to let him m
The look he gave me was pure ice and con
front of all these people. No one beside
tomorrow you’ll be the Luna every
He jerked his chin toward a m
er he pleased, Bastian pulled Zyra even tighter against hi ly slept with one woman. But you? You’ve been exposed to mark you now. Just don’t make a scene, and after
brought over, indicating I should put it on.
cing me like this, I’d sit down for dinner with him and his mistress
What on earth made hir
and peel shrimp for
I didn’t take
I’ll be th
none and dialed a number. “The presidential suite at the Obsidian Spire Ho
ough the speaker.
face. He shoved Zyra aside and lunged for my phone, but in the struggle it slipped from he pool. By the time he fished it out, the screen was dead black
tically frothing. “Tahlia! How dare you? You’re sneaking around behind my back? Have you ne
t now, who were you calling! Was it Zephyr Grimwood, that guy who wouldn’t stop chasing you? You terested in him. Or did you sell me out for his money?”
m, feeling as though someone had carved a chunk out of my chest with a dull blade. The pain was so sharp even form a single word in my defense
ence looked like an admission of guilt to Bastian. He smashed the champagne tower beside him his eyes blaning nson “I knew it! You two were alone together in Novara for three days of so called business negotiations. You were egotiating in bed, weren’t you?”
So that was what he the
tratosphere, and
nd landed the deal that launched his career into the
“Yes.” I said flatly. “You’re absolutely right. We negotiated in bed.”
The truth was, on my first night in Novara, I’d been clipped by a motorcycle. I hemorrhaged on the spot from a miscarriage, and that was how I found out I’d been pregnant at all. Zephyr had mobilized every medical resource in Novara overnight just to keep me alive. When I woke up. my childhood memories came flooding back, and I realized been in love with the wrong person all along. The one who had saved me, from the very beginning, had only ever bee
Zephyr.
He’d been furious that Bastian, an Alpha, had sent me to Novara alone to negotiate. He told me outright that he was t one who’d saved me as a child, and he begged me to stop wasting my life on a man who didn’t deserve it
But I’d insisted that my love for Bastian had nothing to do with a debt of gratitude. Lying in that hospital bed. I’d explained over and over that if Bastian had known I was pregnant, he never would have let me go alone. I begged Zeph
because I was afraid the man who loved me so much would blame himself. not to tell Bastian about the
With an IV still in m
Pack’s new projec
And reality
analyzing the pros and cons of the deal with Zephyr until I secured Silverveil
the face for it.
in my face on Bastian’s behalf. “You slut! Bastian didn’t even care that you’re a broke heires making you Luna! This is how you repay him?”
from my jaw onto my chest like blood seeping from a stab wound. Vivid and blinding
orward, gently rubbing her belly, and pulled my bathrobe closed for me. Then she leaned in and
Tahlia, while Bastian was busy suspecting you and Zephyr of spending three days and nights in bed together were doing exactly that.” She paused, letting the words sink in. “The baby in my belly is three months along Its
My entire body went rigid.

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.