Artemisia

My heartbeat picks up as Fynn turns onto the graveled path leading to our home.

Even before we near the mansion, he takes his hand away, and I pout.

He chuckles, his eyes dancing before he concentrates back on the road. “Don’t worry, babe. I'll sneak into your bedroom tonight.”

I shift in my seat, my skin buzzing in pleasant anticipation. “I can’t wait.”

As he parks the car, we stay seated, watching his brothers and a few Omegas stepping out the main door to welcome ...