Nobody Has To Know

LAYLA'S

I wasn’t sure what had come over me this evening. The streets had been so busy, the food—so simple yet satisfying, a bit of normalcy in a life that never seemed to allow it.

The maids had prepared something special, something fit for an Alpha and Luna but Deliver the selfless one insisted they shouldn’t bother.

“I’ll eat with you” he’d said offering that grin of his that always made everything feel like it might just be okay.

But as we returned to ...