Jasmine
I had forgotten just how much werewolves could eat. Even for a she-wolf, Olivia had put away a household-sized meal in one sitting, with room for more. Meanwhile, I was fit for rolling to her car – I hadn’t waddled so much since I turned eight months pregnant.
“Here we are.” Olivia pulled into a long driveway belonging to the last house I thought an Alpha would live in.
Modest and single-story, painted dark green with a wildflower garden, a small porch and stone columns by the front entrance, it stood a world away from the huge, opulent home I expected. The thicket of trees surrounding it and the road wrapped the sweet home in a bubble, as if no other home existed for miles, leaving Roman and me as the only people. The last few strokes of sunlight blinked through the branches, c
