“And you think that is someone that is showing remorse for what he has done?” Alpha Aaron roared. “That is a man with a fucked-up mind. You said he was better, said he had improved. You allowed my daughter to marry him knowing full well he was still as fucked-up as the day he walked into our treatme
This whole party was so over the top, all for the biggest pain in our ass. The upcoming Alpha, or potentially if he played his cards right. The way he was going that could still be in question. He may be doing all that was asked of him, but I still did not trust that fucker.Seeing my girls enjoying
I can only assume he had shifted. But the angry faces of the others, and the bloodstained wedding dress of Kaia only confused me. Though with the scene outside, I guess it made sense… Miles had likely killed that poor guy out there. But why?“What the hell has happened?” I asked, taking them all in,
"Are you hoping for a little boy?" Morgan asked Dana kindly. "Another little warrior?"Harley grinned at Dana before looking to Morgan. "A girl could be a warrior too in our pack, Morgan. But, in all seriousness, if we have it confirmed there is a little one growing in that belly, we will just be ex
The five of us ran the remaining short distance to my parents' home. Flinging the door open, Morgan, Marc and I dashed inside to grab our things. I rushed around throwing the remaining things into the bags.“We will stand and guard the door.” Harley urged us. “Just go.”My heart was pounding in my c
My whole body felt almost detached from my brain. Like I was functioning separately. As my eyes were on Beta Donovan. The scent of Bailey was on him. Faint as it may be, I could smell her. And now my focus was her. The strength she could bring me. “I want Bailey” I repeated, and my Uncle looked bac
Hearing Miles was on his way for Bailey had filled me with rage. Miles had, for so long, deemed Bailey not good enough for him. For the pack. Even to the point of rejecting her. Belittling her. Breaking her down over the years. Attempting to destroy her heart and her soul with his tactics. Yet here
We fought. He was well-trained. Skilled in his fighting techniques. There was no denying he had given me a good fight. Both of us were littered with wounds and sprayed with blood. But finally, my wolf had him pinned after being able to knock him off balance; and as much as I hate to admit it, I thin