Asher “Asher!” Cynthia followed in my shadow as I left the dorm and started my trek across campus. She jogged to keep up with my brisk pace. She wasn’t going to give up, was she? With a sigh, I slowed so she could walk normally beside me. Last thing I needed was for her to overexert herself
What difference did it make if she hated us? I had promised Dylan that I would take care of her, not that she had to like it. But… From my side, she glared up at me. Her pink lips curled down in disgust. I didn’t like her looking at me like that. Sighing, I said, “I don’t exactly enjoy being y
With my decision made and settled, I felt more at ease. I didn’t have to waste any more energy worrying about what I should do. Now I could focus on following my set path, even more fully than before. Since I’d gotten accepted into Lunarhaven Academy, I’d spent most my energy split between cheerle
But it was difficult to keep my lower lip from trembling. “There’s something else,” the right follower said, brushing Elena’s long, silky hair away from her shoulder. The follower leaned in and whispered in her ear. As Elena listened, her eyes brightened. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile as s
Since I had decided to live the real college experience, I started going to classes that I would have otherwise skipped. Like the one I currently sat in: Werewolf History. For whatever the reason, maybe because it was history, very few people actually showed up for it. Even I had only attended a h
His face left no room for doubt. Under his helmet, he gazed forward with an intensity I had come to know well. I backed out of this girl’s social and found another on Joseph’s page. It was the same. Mixed in with the posts about Joseph, were many, many more of Asher. Picture after picture was po
All I had to do to find out what Joseph wanted was to press my thumb down and open the text. Yet at the last moment, I stopped myself. Why should I care what he wanted? He’d made his feelings for me and our baby perfectly clear the last time we were together. Asher would be here to pick me up so
With Asher at my side, we were led into a private room where a friendly nurse began an ultrasound. I worried my bottom lip, nervous, but Asher placed a steadying hand on my shoulder. I gained strength from his touch, enough to watch the screen when the nurse discovered the embryo. It was tiny yet,
“Please.” That all sounded so good. I wanted it. I wanted everything. He stood to kick off the rest of his clothes. I watched, my mouth watering as he exposed his dick. He was so big, so hard just for me. Carefully, he moved me how he wanted me, stretching out my legs farther, and then slipped
Asher guided me back into the bedroom. As I stood near the bed, he walked behind me and slowly tugged down the zipper of my dress. His knuckles traced the newly-revealed skin inch by inch, following down the length of my spine. When the zipper had lowered as much as it could go. He spread his hand
I held my breath as Dylan threw the first punch. Asher dodged back and Dylan’s fist flew through the open air. Asher then stepped forward, ready to retaliate. Dylan backpedaled, placing a few feet between them again. In a flash, Dylan moved close again. His speed was lightning-quick. I barely even
“’Might?’” He squeezed me gently. “It will be fine. Trust me.” I did trust him, with my life and more. But… this was my brother. My brother and the love of my life were about to fight a challenge with yet unknown terms that would undoubtedly involve me and my baby. I couldn’t help but be a b
I opened my mouth to begin to explain, but the truth seemed worse than even Dylan’s worst assumptions. No, Asher isn’t the father of my baby. The father is actually a terrible person who is now in prison. But Dylan wasn’t waiting for me to figure out a softer way to explain, and Asher was no hel
On the evening of the Academy’s winter dance, I slipped into my shining purple gown and checked myself out in the bathroom mirror. Gone were the days when I could pass as not pregnant. Now, my bump was a distinctive round bulge, pressing out the front of my gown – which I had bought in the materni
“I… um…” I had no idea how to answer Dylan. Panic set in, sending my heart into overdrive. Should I admit to Asher being beside me? It was getting late at night. Surely Dylan would have follow-up questions. Like, why was Asher in my room after dark. “Oh, shit, I have to go,” Dylan said suddenly.
Asher’s words stole my breath away. For a long moment, I simply stared at him, desire coiling inside of me. He stared back, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t wait to go home with him and see all of his promises in action. Nancy cleared her throat from the doorway.
The real Asher was safely behind the line of fake wolves. He glanced back at me in concern. I understood his worry. Holding this many projections was a strain. But I was done running. I was done standing back. Joseph would lose. And I would help bring him down. In the circle, Joseph started to