Celeste wasn’t one to play games, usually. Okay, unless those games were meant for Hunter.
Something about Hunter’s jealous, brooding mood since Kieran’s arrival made her itch to push his buttons, after all, if Hunter was going to glower and snarl like an overprotective guard dog, she might as well make it worth her while.
Her chance came that evening when Kieran casually mentioned dinner. It wasn’t exactly a date, more of a strategic discussion between alphas, as he put it, but his smirk and the way he looked at her made it clear he had other intentions. Normally, she’d shut that down immediately, but today, she smiled back. “Sounds good. I know just the place.”
Kieran seemed pleased with himself, and Celeste was too focused on keeping her smirk in check to notice Logan lurking nearby,
