At the lakeside cabin, the steam from the hot spring curled around me as I prepared to slip into the water. I had just wrapped myself in a towel when Serena emerged from the adjoining room, her eyes sparkling as she smiled.
“Darius is in the small pool on the left. Go ahead,” she said casually.
My steps faltered. The pool she meant was tiny, barely three-square meters. If we both got in, our bodies would brush together without even trying.
Her intention was obvious. In the werewolf world, physical closeness between an Alpha and his Luna could ignite instinctive pack feelings. Serena hoped this would push Darius and me closer—but I refused to let her manipulate the situation outright.
I couldn’t refuse her generosity either, or could I openly explain the truth. There was no choice.
Dar
