Chapter 37

Lucas

So, there I am, sprawled out on this lumpy-ass couch in the cabin, trying to relax, but my brain? Oh, no. It’s staging a full-blown coup. My eyes keep drifting over to the door like Aria’s just gonna waltz in, looking all pissed and gorgeous with those soft green eyes of hers. Man, the way she looked at me earlier? It was like I personally kicked a puppy. Sad. Disappointed. Haunting.

And here I am, just… sitting. My wolf is losing his mind in the background, pacing and growling, ‘Go get her, dumbass! She’s our mate!’ But nah, can’t do it. Won’t do it. I mean, technically, our whole “relationship” is fake anyway. Right? RIGHT?!

The door suddenly swings open, and my dumb ass actually sits up like some lovesick dummy. Plot twist—it’s not Aria. Nope. It’s Sarita, my sister. Of course.

She plops down on the table across from me with that trademark smug look. “You thought it was her, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to make sure,” I mumble. “I wasn’t