Venessa’s POV
As the newly appointed pack healer, Denzel and I ended up spending an inordinate amount of time together. He had developed a habit of feigning illness just so I would come to attend to him, and more than once he admitted without shame that he simply wanted me near. I found it endearing, even when I tried not to. There were moments when we came dangerously close to kissing, breaths mingling, restraint hanging by a thread. He begged me several times to end things with the Gamma.
Luna Jalisa was no longer breathing down my neck, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think the danger had passed. I knew she and Tyrell were plotting something. All I could do was wait, watch, and prepare to counter whatever move they made. The timing was approaching the month when I was supposed to catch
