Shanna was across the room with her new husband, chatting happily with Gregori’s mother.
With a sly grin, Gregori motioned toward them. “Let’s go congratulate Roman for taking five hundred years to find a bride.

I probably shouldn’t trust you. But for some reason, I do. She climbed out of the car, and instantly his entire body wakened to her proximity.
You’re right, he whispered, lifting a hand to touch her cheek. You shouldn’t trust me at all.

Someday her prince would come. And he’d be a rich and hairy Alpha dude who howled at the moon and pissed on fire hydrants.

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