Chapter 139 Sweet Tooth

Edrick
I fell asleep beside Moana that night with a bit of a smile on my face. Even though the event started out on a bad note with the paparazzi, it was a lot of fun to enjoy the comedy show with Moana. Even just that short time of the event made the entire event worth it, despite the fact that I was forced to mingle with people who I utterly hated.
To call myself one of those people always made me sick. I hated how they acted, I hated their views on the world, and I hated their horrible attitudes. I never felt as though those people could ever even come close to being my friends, which was why it was almost laughable when Moana told me that she was worried she would ruin my image. Those people were already looking for any little thing they could find to ruin anyone’s image. If it wasn’t Moana, it would have been something else. Even if they knew that Moana was not only a werewolf, but that she was my fated mate and that there was something else that was exceedingly special about her, they still would have found something to nitpick. Moana always held herself with so much grace, and she was so beautiful — especially in the hair and makeup that Tyrus did for her, although she still would have been stunning in a paper bag — that the other women would have hated her anyway. But I didn’t care; I was just happy to have spent the night with Moana, and ever since I found out that she was my mate, I couldn’t get enough of her.