FEYRE After Delilah told me where to find Alpha Zade, I sat and tried to convince myself it wouldn't be bad and there is nothing weird about it. As much as I tried though, there was this other voice in my head telling me it would blow up in my face. In the end, I chickened out and refused to meet
FEYRE “How has the pack been treating you?” Alpha Lucien asks, taking a sip from his Macallan. He’d invited me to drink with him after we met outside and since I didn’t have anything better to do, I agreed. It was either this or drowning in my thoughts in my room alone, either the thoughts of the
ALPHA ZADE I’d felt like ants were crawling up my skin when I was told my father had returned from his one day trip and he was with Feyre. It reminded me of his trips when my mother was alive. He was always traveling for business which equaled him meeting up with his multiple mistresses. A part
FEYRE I have an ample lot of time on my hands with nothing better to do, and I have realized I can only work out so many times before my body starts aching. I have resorted to calling Asher every day, even if I feel like I’m disrupting his work. He is too nice to mention and he always picks when
FEYRE I needed to come up with a new strategy, and fast because the more minutes, hours, days, I spend wasting time—or working and not really making progress—might be another woman getting hurt. How I went from trying to make the alpha feel again, to trying to uncover if he is a sicko that kidnap
FEYRE Delilah doesn't say anything for a minute and we just both keep doing what we’re doing. “What do you need it for then?” She looks and sounds genuinely confused. I open my mouth to reply then I realize how it would sound, I just sigh and run my hands through my hair. “I don’t know really, I
FEYRE “It is a full proof plan,” Delilah said, sounding exasperated. “Thank you for it, but no thank you.” I said with a sigh. She rolls her eyes and moves back to the bed, staring at me from the top. I’m on the floor going through the map of the house I made her bring to me. She didn't ask ques
FEYRE At the front door, I stopped to adjust the laces of my shoes which I didn’t tie very well. Because someone was rushing me. ‘Don’t blame this on me, you were the one getting distracted.’ She grumbles. She wants to be out already, to roam freely in the wild. ‘Just chill a little.’ I said as