“Alexander,” I hissed, my voice shaking. “You need to leave. Right now.” Instead, he stepped closer, his broad frame towering over me, his body radiating heat that I could feel even with the small distance left between us. His breath was warm against my skin, carrying the faint scent of whiskey, a
Lauren's POV I stood frozen in the doorway, my arms still awkwardly wrapped around Alexander as he leaned against me. His weight pressed into me, heavy and unyielding, a stark reminder of just how much trouble he was. Alright. I can’t call anyone. Someone smashed my phone. My blood began to bo
“Of course I’m still here,” I replied, exasperation slipping through. “You’re in my house. Besides, who else is going to deal with you?” He chuckled weakly, the sound rough and low, and reached for the glass. His fingers brushed mine, a fleeting touch that sent an unwanted spark of heat up my arm.
Abigail's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. Pancakes. Sweet, buttery pancakes. My nose twitched, and my stomach gave a loud, happy rumble. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The sunlight was sneaking through my curtains, painting my room in golden stripes.
“Are you going to stay?” I asked suddenly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Alexander blinked, his eyes flicking to me. “Stay?” “Yeah,” I said. “Like… for good. Are you going to be around? Or are you just going to leave again?” “Abigail,” Mommy said, her voice sharp and full of
Lauren's POV Liam stepped further into the kitchen, his presence as sharp and unyielding as a blade. His ice blue eyes swept over the scene—the plates still on the counter, the faint smell of buttery pancakes lingering in the air, and Alexander standing there like he belonged. “What are you doin
“You could’ve called me,” Liam said, his voice quieter but no less intense. I looked away, guilt prickling at the edges of my mind. “Right. About that. No phone.” “What? Did he—” Liam’s face scrunched. “Long story,” my eyes rolled, glancing at the broken glass and metal bits still on the floor
Lauren's POV A shiver ran down my spine as the sterile hospital air closed in around us. Alexander’s office felt smaller than usual, the harsh overhead lights casting a warm glow over the scene. We stood in a tense circle around the older woman in a nurse’s uniform, her nervousness painted like
His expression faltered for just a second, but he quickly masked it, folding his arms across his chest. I could see the struggle in his eyes—he wanted to help me. He did.“You think this is easy for me?” he muttered, his tone a little more clipped now. “Of course I want to help you find him, but I a
LaurenThe argument had been raging for what felt like hours. The air in the clearing was thick, heavy with tension as I glared across the crowd at the Betas and the elders. Their words were all the same: “He’s dangerous. He’s a liability. He’s an outsider. Why risk more manpower looking for someone
He hesitated, giving me that unreadable stare for a beat, but eventually, he nodded. I smirked, feeling victorious as I led him to the porch. I pulled a pair of scissors from a drawer inside the cabin, because, you know, a girl has her tools.Gesturing for him to sit on the steps, I strutted behind
SophiaThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the clearing as I stood before the sorry excuse for a garden that had become my latest torment. The once-neat rows were now a tangled mess of overgrown weeds and wilting plants, mocking my every attempt at cultivation. I huffed, wiping a
He didn’t respond, which was starting to piss me off. The nerve. The audacity.I narrowed my eyes, slapping the mud from my eyes. “I don’t care why you’re running! You do not just appear out of nowhere and make me fall into the mud! Do you understand me?”Nothing. Not a damn word.I clenched my fist
SophiaThe cabin was far too quiet. The silence gnawed at my nerves, making the flickering candlelight cast shadows that seemed to mock me.I wrapped my hands tighter around my teacup, the porcelain delicate against my fingers, but even the warmth of it couldn't soothe the simmering rage boiling in
He had that smirk, that look of superiority that made my blood boil, much taller then us, looming with the other smirking teens. His eyes locked on Owen.“I don’t care if you're the Alpha’s kids,” he sneered. “You’re not one of us.”I stood up straight, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked
AbigailThe air smelled different tonight—sharper, like the kind of cold that only comes with a storm, or maybe just my terrible sense of smell. I don’t know, maybe I was just nervous.Okay, definitely nervous.Everything felt way too big tonight, like the forest clearing and the pack were all audit
I stopped, knowing Mark had it so much worse with a sigh.Mark just shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling, a simple gesture that said everything and nothing at once. He didn’t understand it either. He’d never get it. I’d never get it. No one did.I leaned back a little, staring up at the moon a