I’d barely changed into the ridiculous satin nightgown Sugar had shoved into my arms when the knock came. No, not a knock. More like a bang. My door rattled in its frame.
“Margaux.” His voice was a low growl, threaded with his wolf.
Oh great. Here we go.
Before I could even yell come in, the door opened, and there he was—Gregor, storming in like a thundercloud in gray sweatpants, barefoot, eyes glowing faint gold. His wolf wasn’t just close to the surface; it was pacing the damn balcony of his soul.
“What the hell was that earlier?” he snapped, shutting the door behind him.
I blinked innocently from where I sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to admire my painted nails. “You’ll have to be specific, Alpha. Do you mean my fabulous fainting spell, my Hermes bag monologue, or the unico
