Nyx's POV
The day for the Blood Moon festival had finally neared. Just as the Luna had announced previously to the pack. Wearing a dress that had been sent to me by Theo himself, a shudder racked through me as I gathered my hair back, pushing the comb through it. I let out a sigh of relief, it was better this way. I could play the role of his wife, as long as he paid no attention to me.
My mind wandered back to the recent encounter with Xander, and how good he’d made me feel. I swallowed hard, pushing the thoughts out of my mind when the doors creaked open and Theo walked in with his gaze narrowed into feral slits.
“I see you have the dress I’ve picked out for you on.” He muttered when I fidgeted, dropping the comb out of my grasp when my chest heaved.
“Theo,”
Walking closer to wher
