“You can do this, Asher!” I screamed as loud as I could. “I believe in you!” I wasn’t sure he’d be able to hear me over the jeers and shouts of the crowd. Yet his body seemed to perk at my support. He stood straighter and sturdier. Joseph’s face paled. His eyes widened in surprise. Then Asher pu
With the greatest secrecy, the team carried out their plans, and successfully brought Asher to his room without anyone else catching on. After they lowered his body onto his bed, they started to file out of the room. As they walked past me, they glanced at me with differing looks. Some concerned, s
“Cynthia, I…” I leaned in closer, hands pressed into the edge of his mattress. I’d do anything to hear what he was going to say, short of crawling into the bed of him. Because it sure seemed like he was about to reveal how he truly felt about me. Eyes closed, he opened his lips, as if to speak.
His eyes fully and easily focused onto me, thank God! Though he seemed a bit guarded, frowning at me slightly. My heart sunk. I knew this was going to happen, but it still hurt. Was he regretting everything he said last night? “I’m sorry,” he said. “For last night.” Oh. Ouch. To hear him say so a
We all know you are sleeping with Coach. I froze, the words not fully sinking in. Surely I had misheard. “Don’t look so shocked,” Elena said. “You haven’t exactly been subtle about it.” “You are out of your mind,” I managed, when I had recovered enough to speak. “Oh, please. We remember that fir
Hurrying to his dorm room to check on him, I found it empty. One of the other athletes from the room across the hall noticed my sour face while I stood in Asher’s doorway. “Asher went to hockey practice,” the guy told me. My concern spiked higher. He shouldn’t even be out of bed today, certainly
Asher For far too long, Elena had been allowed to make Cynthia’s life miserable. With rumor after terrible rumor, this girl had spread poison into the world, causing Cynthia pain and suffering. I still felt shame for almost believing her once, when my jealousy had blinded me into think Cynthia had
Still, for Cynthia, I would brave the flashing lights and drunken patrons once more. I changed into my standard club clothes, a button-up black shirt, a size too small to show off my muscles, and a pair of tight designer jeans. I styled my hair back away from my face. Arriving at the club, I tense
“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