*Bryant*
I do not want to want my Luna! Damnation, I do not. But bloody hell, I can’t stop thinking about her.
I sit in a dark corner at my Alpha’s club, drinking fine whiskey almost as quickly as it can be poured. I intended to go see Fanny, but I came here instead. The fragrance of roses wafts around me, and I have no desire to have it replaced with the scent of lilac. What an absurd thought.
But it’s there all the same. Madelyn is uppermost in my mind, and it isn’t fair to Fanny for me to seek her out under these circumstances. Wouldn’t be fair to Madelyn either.
Lately I have had very little desire to see Fanny. I find her demanding and tiresome. How did I use to think she was fun?
Whatever possessed me to sip from Madelyn’s skin earlier?
It was the fire in her eyes. I had seen i
