Lilith slipped through the front door of the beta’s estate, her heart still racing from the moonlit run and the searing kisses she’d shared with Jackson. The memory of his lips, tender then hungry, lingered on her skin, the mate bond humming with a warmth that made her pale cheeks glow. The night had been a revelation—his confession, their wolves running in harmony, the electric promise of their first kiss by the lake. But as she stepped into the dimly lit foyer, the glow dimmed under the weight of a piercing stare. Mia sat cross-legged on the couch, her auburn hair loose, her eyes glinting with a mischievous intensity that seemed to peel back Lilith’s secrets like pages in a book.
“So…” Mia drawled, stretching the word into a weapon, her lips curling into a smirk. “Did you do it?”
Lilit
