*Noah*

“You really don’t have anything better to do than pester me, Matchmaker?” I asked. I let out a grunt, currently lifting weights at the pack mansion workout room.

Zara’s eyes lingered on me for a while. My wolf pushed me to bench press her instead, the urge to take her in almost overwhelming. I ignored it. She was getting on my nerves.

“This would be a lot smoother if you would work with me,” she said.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a ...