Luke’s P.O.V.
We were sitting around a big table in the formal dining room. It was a room we almost never used, since we normally ate with all the other pack members who were living inside the pack house. But tonight, it felt as if we needed to be just with each other. Just our inner circle, our closest family and friends, our own little bubble. The night had been great, filled with love and laughter, although I was still sitting down with the biggest hard one in my pants I had ever had in all of my life. And I was still wondering if I would ever be able to forgive Lottie for disturbing us earlier. Everything had been so f*****g perfect, right until she had come knocking on our door. I frowned, remembering Bree’s skin underneath my hands, how she had felt to me, how she had tasted to me.
