[Irene Miles’ POV]
Zane greeted the guests with Luna Eleanor. It wasn’t my first time being in his room, but my nerves would not shut up. I paced by the balcony. The room was filled with a lavender scent. The same feverish sensation crawled up my skin like it did when Asher made me realise I couldn’t live without Zane. The only scent that was missing was Zane’s. The most intoxicating of them all.
“Calm down, it’s ok. There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s Zane, it’s ok. No. God!” I finished a glass of water. We have been intimate before too, we almost did it. So, why the hell won’t my heart stop beating as if it wants to break my ribs and jump out. Damn it! I thought. “What if he is angry? It was his pack, after all. I should’ve asked him. Omg my God!” I held my head completely confus
