Prue
The next day rolled in with that same restless energy I hadn’t been able to shake since the damn “pack tour” with Alpha boy. If you could even call it that. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, replaying the way his scent clung to me, the way my stupid heart raced when he leaned too close, and the way the bond mocked me with every reminder that he was "mine". Ugh. My wolf hummed in smug delight, but my brain? My brain wanted to gag.
So, in the morning, I tried to keep to myself, plotting how to go with my morning in Andrew-free zone. It was a decent plan. Almost flawless.
Until fate decided to laugh in my face.
Because the very second I twisted my doorknob, his door opened too. And there he was, stepping out at the exact same moment, as if the universe had staged it.
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