Marissa
I was absentmindedly scrolling through my phone when I spotted Justin’s car. Sleek and black, it was rounding the corner with the kind of elegance that made people stop and stare. My body tensed. Heads were already turning.
I could hear the whispers from the verandas.
“The Lycan Prince.”
Of course, they knew. The royal flag on the hood made it obvious.
The driver’s side door opened, and Justin stepped out first, his sister emerging from the other side. Both wore sunglasses like movie stars on a red carpet. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the sheer power, wealth, and gravity they brought with them. They were so... extra. I couldn’t decide whether to smile or groan.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him. But showing up like this, in full view of every nosy werewolf on the
