Let’s just say that word had gotten around fast.
Vanessa had blabbed to everyone in our entire pack that Derek and I were mates and that he was soooo good in bed. When we walked back onto pack property, everyone gazed over at us and whispered. Some elder wolves congratulated the newest couple, but most young she-wolves stared lovingly at Derek like he was a s*x god who could please them just by looking in their direction.
matessoooo I walked up the porch stairs to home, smelling the faint scent of meatloaf in the garbage from the other night.
Stupid me for thinking rumors spread about Derek and me were better than rumors about Roman and me. My wolf retired inside of my mind, refusing to speak to me after I’d lied to everyone—claiming Derek was my mate and that Roman and I had done nothi
