I strolled through the rest of the pack while trying not to think of Miles. He was nothing if not persistent. I could think of no reason why he kept me here, other than the fact he gained some sick pleasure from seeing me suffer. And, the way he has changed in recent years, I would not be surprised
“It doesn’t matter. I am not Luna material. Not the sort of woman he or most guys want. I get that. Having your head stuck in a book isn’t appealing. But, please, Harley, do not get yourself involved.” I removed my hand from his. Suddenly aware of many of the warriors on the training field watching
I approached the house with a content feeling in my chest. Harley could be my savior. Yes, I was disappointed about this teaching role, but perhaps I could look for one closer to his Mum’s former pack he planned to move us to. Wow. A chosen mate. A handsome warrior too. One that actually liked the f
“Sorry did I use words that were too big for you?” I asked sarcastically, going to move past him, having lost the desire for my coffee and just wanting to get away from my brother.But instead, he puts his arm up to block my path. “I don’t believe I was done with you yet.”I raised my eyes to meet h
I hear my sister footsteps pounding up the stairs. Evidently she does not want to talk. And quite honestly, I have not got the energy to chase her. I wasn’t expecting to see her home. I was here to gather some things together so I could travel over to my fated mate’s pack, spend some time with her w
I am met by silence. Is she choosing to ignore me? ‘Bailey. I swear you will answer me, or I ask Miles.’ I tried again, knowing she likely would not want me speaking to him about this.I hear soft footsteps on the stairs again, and I step from the lounge where I had been sitting, and my gaze meets h
I was taken aback by my brother. That was not how he normally acted. Could him meeting his mate have changed him? As happy as I am for him that he has met his fated mate, his sympathy and kind thoughts all feel a little too late. He had been acting like I was some sort of social pariah for years. Li
My mind had been distracted all of the day. After seeing Bailey, I had gone to the gym, and took my anger out on the punch bags. But, it had not done what I had needed, not like it usually did. My wolf, Jet, enraged at the sense of distrust from one of his own pack needed to be allowed out. He neede