Kacie

Clara’s attention wandered past me and I followed her gaze. I’d forgotten Jake had stopped mid-stride and I turned to look at him. He still hadn’t moved closer and I was right to assume that Clara held him back. His eyes were locked on Clara, he didn’t smile, instead, he bristled. One of Clara’s eyebrows arched as she watched his reaction.

“Your Beta is,” her eyes traveled slowly down his body, “looking yummy.”

I laughed nervously. If I were as insecure as I had been the ...