Listening to Bailey giggle as she stood in the kitchen of my Beta suite, made my heart pound harder than I think it had done in a long time, but I tried my hardest to ignore it. She looked up at me, through her long dark lashes. “Wow, my hero.” She said with a sarcastic smile, and, despite myself, I
I could see Asher struggling and I feel so bad for even asking now. For even encouraging this sort of talk. This was all my fault. I didn't like seeing him hurting. I know I had said some choice things about him when I had arrived, but I truly hated seeing him struggle like this. He didn't deserve t
I had to force myself to attend yet more treatment just to prove to Kaia I was more than capable of doing what was expected of me. I would make this girl want me. If that was the last thing I did. It was driving me wild that she seemed to not want me. Never before had I encountered a she-wolf my age
He had no intention of changing his mind then. He was still listening to my Uncle Donovan, Jordan and Ellis over me. All the people who had taken Bailey’s words over my own.I sighed angrily. “What is happening in the pack?” I asked.“Pack is all fine, nothing to report. You need to focus on your tr
I sat back into the curve of the sofa as Bailey answered her phone, giving me an awkward smile as if to apologize, but I simply smiled in return, showing her I did not mind. I realized she was likely waiting for news from her pack, so taking a phone call was not an issue. Nobody would be expecting h
I dashed away as I heard the door closing loudly. I know I have hurt his feelings. Just as he seemed to be opening up to me too. But I couldn’t stay, not after he had heard all of that. What would he think of me now? He was such a strong man, I did not want him to think I was weak. Hearing Miles tal
“In all seriousness, he has tried hard to make me feel welcome. As have the staff at school. I enjoyed my day. Thanks for wanting to check in on me.” I told her with a smile. She was certainly going to a lot of effort to make sure I fitted in within her pack. For that, I would always be grateful. It
I sleepily walked down the stairs, after very little sleep, yet again. This time, there had been little to no visions of Isla that I remembered. My dreams were overtaken by visions of Bailey. And not in a pleasant way either. Visions of her being tortured. By a man I could not see. A man I could not