Page 181 of The Moonborn's Curse

Chapter 65

"I swear to the goddess -if that overgrown mutt shows up at my door with one more bag of takeout, I'm going to scream."

Seren threw herself onto the couch with the dramatics of someone seconds away from spontaneous combustion. Her hair was in a wild bun, curls escaping and her eyes blazed with barely contained fury.

Ana didn't even look up from where she was painting her nails a sultry metallic purple. "Let me guess—he brought those pumpkin-spice biscuits you like?"

Seren glared. "Yes. With handwritten notes. "

She curled up on the couch after appropriating one of Ana's oversized hoodies. Across from her, Ryn sat cross-legged on the floor, methodically sharpening a curved dagger while Ana painted her toenails a scandalous scarlet and hummed along to a thumping shifter-pop playlist.

Outside, the city hummed. Inside, it was the same strange limbo it had been for days.

"He was in my bed again," Seren muttered.

Ana didn't look up. "In human form or wolf?"

"Wolf."

Ryn didn't even blink. "Your bed still intact?"

"Shockingly, yes. No clue how. It wobbled like a dying duck all night."

Ana snorted. "I swear if I wake up to the sound of thudding and moaning, and it turns out to be a massive wolf cuddling his ex in post-rejection depression—"

Seren groaned into her hands.

"It's not funny. He won't go. I push—he stays. I tell him no—he wags his tail."

Ryn's voice was deadpan. "Maybe you should try peeing on the carpet. Establish dominance."

Ana cackled. "He would probably think it was foreplay."

Seren threw a cushion at her.

"Why is he at the Hollow Moon all the time? Wiping tables. Replacing the taps in the bathroom. Rearranging the bar shelves by colour, for god's sake!"

Ryn shrugged. "He's useful. The sink doesn't leak anymore."

"And every time a male so much as breathes in my direction, Hagan appears like a grim reaper," Seren hissed.

"True, that was the third guy he scared off today. And he does fill out a T-shirt," Ana sighed dreamily.

"Focus, Ana!"

Seren glared at her.

There was a knock at the door.

"No. Nope. Hide me," Seren hissed, scrambling off the couch like the floor was lava. "It's him. I know it's him."

Ana raised a brow. "You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. I can smell the male arrogance from here. "

Ana padded to the door.

"I swear if you open that—"

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