*Noah*
“You really don’t have anything better to do than pester me, Matchmaker?” I asked. I let out a grunt, currently lifting weights at the pack mansion workout room.
Zara’s eyes lingered on me for a while. My wolf pushed me to bench press her instead, the urge to take her in almost overwhelming. I ignored it. She was getting on my nerves.
“This would be a lot smoother if you would work with me,” she said.
I rolled my eyes, letting out a snort as I continued to lift weights. I could feel her stare.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked sarcastically. It was the second time I’d caught her staring at me.
The lightest hint of blush tinged her cheeks. Despite that, she snorted. “You’re something else,” she muttered.
“I know. Sweetheart, I am a very busy man, and this situation continues to be a waste of our time.”
She shook her head, annoyingly patient through all of this. “Noah. I just want to help you find the right Luna.”
