Chapter Twelve
Gabriella’s POV
“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, yanking the blanket up to my chin. My cheeks burned so hot I was sure steam was rising from them.
Rhael leaned back, stretching like a cat. “Like what? Like our Luna snuck into our beds and whispered sweet nothings in the dead of night?”
“Like she begged us to touch her,” Mark added smoothly, his grin widening.
“I didn’t!” I squeaked, horrified.
“Oh, you did,” Mark countered, his voice dipping low. “Or should I say… Ava did. And trust me, little wolf, she was very convincing.”
Ava hummed in the back of my head, smug and unapologetic. Tell him he’s welcome.
I wanted to sink through the mattress and never return. “I wasn’t in control—”
“Exactly.” Leo’s deep voice cut through, sharp and stern. He moved closer,
