Jasmine's POV:
Laura was headed to Milan for Fashion Week, and as her assistant, I flew with her from Newark.
Every night, once I got back to the hotel and finally had a moment to breathe, there would be a message from Arthur waiting on my phone.
By the time Fashion Week was winding down, I was exhausted. My days started the second I opened my eyes and didn't let up until well past midnight.
That night, I dragged myself back to the hotel room and checked my phone.
It was already past midnight. There was no message from Arthur.
Arthur was the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack. One day, he would carry not only the weight of his own pack but responsibilities far beyond it. Maybe something had come up. Maybe he'd been tied up with pack business and simply forgotten. I told myself that was all
