“I suppose a rogue attack could be logical, Bai.” He smiled sadly, and just as I was about to argue with him, he continued. “But we would have had some form of intruder warning if they had crossed the border and there was none. I would have known about it. It makes no sense. It is too coincidental.
I had been looking for this girl all day. She was like hunting for fucking gold. I thought I had found her when I got told by the doctors she had arrived at the hospital, but by the time I had got away from Miles and reached the hospital, Harley’s parents told me she had left. Telling them she neede
‘Well, you tell them it was a rogue attack. Do you hear me?’ he ordered, and even though my brother was not with me, the attempt at an Alpha order rippled over me. I may be of Alpha blood, but he has power over me, being the next in line. He was trying to make me do what he wanted. Trying to make me
Had he hurt the warrior because he was close to Bailey? Or simply because he had somehow discovered their matebond, and he feared that it could get out? Either way, neither one was a reasonable motive for hurting someone, let alone putting them on the edge of death.‘He argued back with me. I did no
I eyed Ellis suspiciously. Why was he here? Turning up unannounced, and just walking in the way he had had irritated me. Yet, his appearance made no sense. Why would he need to talk? He had evidently been involved somehow with how Harley had ended up in the hospital. From the things I heard while si
I could see my Dad’s face taught with concern, while Ellis’s hands were trembling. “I messed up.” He whispered.“No son, you didn’t. My Dad tells him. “You saved that boy's life. You stood up and did the right thing. You didn’t know what the reason was when Miles asked you to lie, so you took the wo
My Dad decided to walk back to the house with me, terrified for my safety after what had happened to Harley earlier, but I had yet to visit Harley at the hospital, so I had to inform my Dad the moment I was done visiting him. So, I walked through the doors of the ICU department, to be greeted by Har
“Bailey.” Harley’s voice was hoarse, like he was struggling to speak, understandably so, I wouldn’t wonder. As his eyes settled on me the moment I went into the room.I smiled at him. “Hey you.”“Maybe we should give these two some privacy.” Harley’s Dad said, taking the hand of his mate, and leadin