Noah
As Noah walked down the hallway of the pack house there was an uncharacteristic spring in his step…
And a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Noah couldn’t help but feel the tiniest smile tug at the corners of his lips as he meandered through the sunlit hallways, gently picking the occasional leaf or imperfect petal from the bouquet.
“You’re in a good mood,” his wolf muttered.
Of course Noah was in a good mood. His plan was working perfectly, and soon, he would get exactly what he wanted. Not just what he wanted, but what he needed.
Hannah wouldn’t divorce him. He was sure of it.
Ever since he had saved Hannah from Jake, Noah had realized just how much he didn’t want to let her go. Sleeping with her all those weeks ago, even though it had just been one night t
