“You can talk to me,” Asher said. Could I? Asher hadn’t been the most supportive of me lately, in regard to the transfer exam. If I told him what Elena said, how would he react? If he didn’t respond in the way I wanted, I thought my heart would break. A wedge would form between us. It wasn’t worth
Asher Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends. Even as I said it, I didn’t mean it, but once the words were out, it was too late. Cynthia was so expressive. She didn’t hide things like I did. She projected her hurt across her entire body, stepping back from me like I had physically struck her. I ha
Since leaving Asher’s, I was an absolute mess. I was ugly crying, all sobs and hiccups, and blowing my nose every twenty seconds. I tried to call Nicole, but she couldn’t understand what I was saying through my tears and sniffles. I supposed that I shouldn’t have been surprised when she and Aimee
But at least I had my friends. “Your ice cream is melting,” Nicole said and passed me my pint again. With them by my side, and enough ice cream, maybe I would be okay again in time. Because I remained confident that I would pass the transfer exam, I continued attending my classes. Unfortunatel
The boy who had defended me confidentially sauntered across the hallway, stopping when he had come to stand directly before me. “I hope you don’t let their ignorance bother you,” he said. I checked twice behind me, to make sure there wasn’t someone there that he was actually talking to. But it w
“You are going to have to make up.” Shaking her head, Nurse Irene scribbled down a few more notes with increasing ferocity. “Before my research starts to suffer.” “That’s not possible,” I said, trying to ignore the lingering hurt that always revealed itself when I thought of Asher or our breakup.
Now that Nurse Irene mentioned I would feel discomfort from the broken mating bond, I began to notice random bursts of slight pain in my chest. They were made worse when I thought of Asher. I had discredited them earlier as a simple burst of heartbreak. Now I wondered if there was more to it. I
To keep from this pain, to bury it, I had to try to find someone else. Whoever that may be. “I suppose if you hung out just as friends, there wouldn’t be any harm,” Aimee said, after some thought. “If you are sure…” I nodded, and together we opened our textbooks again. Pain or no pain, the t
“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