#Chapter 236: Disdainful Date

Hannah I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the ‘Message’ button on David’s profile. His main picture was an incredibly handsome one—he was wearing an expensive suit, dark hair neatly slicked back and his black beard freshly trimmed. There was a roguish sort of handsomeness about him, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, sharp, prominent nose. We’d matched instantly, which only meant one thing: he had already swiped right on me. The Alpha of Darkmoon Pack had matched with me. He was almost as arrogant as his father, but he was young, handsome, and apparently interested in me. But was I ready for this? “Come on, Hannah,” I muttered to myself, raking a hand through my hair. “It’s just a date. Not a marriage proposal.” Still, I couldn’t help but think about the implications. Darkmoon and Silvermoon had been at odds for years. If something were to develop between David and me—not that I was getting ahead of myself—it could potentially bring our pac