a P

hundreds of exquisite gowns. The steam and my own sweat soaked

ess she owned, whether she planned to w

h perfect care, as if it were a work of art. I co

ly finished. A maid I d

ou personally bake his favorite lavender honey cake in

mach d

honey cak

s suite

liation designed just for me. He knew what this w

it now?" I asked, my voi

e waiting for you in the suite," the

is wasn't Julian's idea. This was Isabel

the Pack, an Alpha's

red the cake, then picked up the familiar tray. T

the night I'd gone to see him. My heart was numb. T

as it had been the night I'd overhea

ughter from ins

reath and pushe

earth. Isabella, wearing a scandalous silk robe, w

was wrapped around her waist, the other held a gl

loving

o had just stumbled in

no embarrassment, only a triumphan

urrowed when he saw me, but

his voice casual, as if we were no

or me, now given to someone else. I had dreamed a thousand times of sitting

ngering shred of illusion I h

n't cry out. My

was no

silent wastel

heartbroken. I had simply woken

ront of them. My hands were perfectly steady. "Al

n an exaggerated tone. "Is this the famous specialty of Miss Nora? Julia

. She then shot a subtle, calculating glance at her

gently playing with her fingers. His demeanor showed absolute, chilling

d up, took a respectful step back, and said softly

urned, walked out of the suite, and ge