Chapter 71
Four months later.
Lenora
Having a filthy rich mate has its bloody perks.
Dad, I think I'm officially spoiled. How will I ever go back to pack living after this? Actually—Ronan too. Mother Goddess, your children are simply not strong enough to resist temptation.
I lean closer to the mirror, fingers in my hair. I've never been precious about it—why bother when shifting between forms makes it all a mess anyway? But now… my curls are soft, glossy, perfectly defined. No split ends in sight.
I was out here living like a savage before.
My nails? Well, acrylics were a disaster. They didn't survive the first night Cameron and I got… too enthusiastic. Snap, snap, snap—oops.
