My heart jumped into my throat. If only I could pull her into my arms again. But then she turned from me. She walked to Lamar and he offered her his arm instead. She took it and they walked away. She watched me, looking back until they reached the door. Then she was gone, but the strong scent
“I can’t believe the nerve of that guy.” Lamar’s smile was shaky, his words unkind. “I’d always liked Asher before. He always seemed so smooth, like nothing could frazzle him. I never realized he’d be such a sore loser.” We sat in the ice cream parlor Lamar had suggested. The establishment itself
I’d only been in the room long enough to change into my pajamas when there was a knock on my door. I really hoped it wasn’t Lamar. I wasn’t prepared for a round two with him. The thought that it could be one of the investigators that Nurse Irene had talked about gave me pause. Would they have be
No one will take my family from me. I knew Asher couldn’t mean the words like they sounded. It had to be the wolf talking, and Asher’s wolf had always been confused about our relationship. But that didn’t make me any less happy to hear the words. It wasn’t the proper place or time for the emot
I awoke refreshed. The fear continued to linger, but it was pushed to the back of my mind, like white noise in a crowded room. I had classes today, so I changed and made my way to the classroom. Near the end of my second class, my phone buzzed in my purse. I had it set to only make noise if a me
For a long moment, I simply stared at Lamar, trying to make sense of his words. Asher attacked him? How could that be? Asher had promised me he would restrain his wolf and not attack Lamar. Lamar must have been able to see my doubt. His frown deepened. “I’m not making this up, Cynthia.” I wasn’t
That really wasn’t a good enough answer for me, but I smiled all the same, not wanting Lamar to know how unnerved I was by the whole thing. Lamar was the guy I was dating. He was the one who needed my support. Did it truly matter how I ended up here? What was important was that I did. Maybe I sh
Nancy shifted her weight, stepping into my view of the intimidating investigator. When she shifted again, he was no longer looking at me. Instead, he was listening as Nurse Irene spoke to him. I exhaled in relief. I must have only imagined that he seemed like he was going to come over. I definitel
“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