I really hoped I wasn’t in for another lecture. “I’m trying, Cynthia. I want to accept your decision to keep the baby and stay at the academy, but… it is difficult for me.” “I know,” I said quietly. I placed my empty plate on top of his. “It would help if we had regular meals together,” he sai
“Tell him you aren’t interested,” Asher said, crossing his arms. I lowered my gaze to the phone in my hands. The nervous boy’s innocent message stared back at me. Do you want to go out on a date this weekend? At first my fingers moved to comply with Asher’s demand, almost on reflex. I even ope
I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I had remembered distantly that warrior training had been advertised as part of the curriculum for Lunarhaven Academy. But I hadn’t given it much thought since I enrolled. Since I’d gotten pregnant, I hadn’t even considered it. Now, I was trapped.
I didn’t know how to say my true thoughts. I couldn’t tell him that I very much didn’t dislike his presence. That it was actually the opposite. Saying it aloud would admit too much to both him… and myself. Yet for some reason, I couldn’t bear the thought of him thinking I hated him. You just h
What in the world was Asher doing at my warrior training? He sauntered up alongside Coach and the other training staff like he belonged there. He didn’t even glance at me. “Actually, you are right on time, Asher,” Coach said. “We are just getting started.” Coach then introduced the extra staff
I could endure it. Elena lifted her hand, and traced her nail down Asher’s clean-shaven cheek. “I’m only asking for a turn,” she purred. I couldn’t endure it. My heart shattered to pieces, I couldn’t breathe, and – He gripped her forearm and ripped her touch away from his face. He moved her
Asher Why haven’t you made the moves on me? I froze. Of course I wanted Cynthia. With her generous breasts, curvy hips that fit so well between my hands, and those shapely legs she’d shown off wearing that dress at dinner. Added with her fierce determination, her competitive spirit, and her da
When Asher rejected me, declaring me nothing more than his best friend’s sister again, the only way I knew to find comfort was in my dance. I’d retreated to the dance studio, turned up the music and forgot about anything and everything but the feel of my own body. Dancing was my sanctuary. So I
“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