No matter how hard I try, I just can’t sleep. Between the noise of the reporters outside, the curious onlookers, the flash of the cameras and my own anxieties, I feel like I’m trapped in a state of exhaustion with no way out. I’ve tried tossing and turning. I’ve tried covering my head with my pill
“Abby, that’s not healthy,” Karl chides, although his voice holds no real heat. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I lie, just wanting to change the subject. “Tell me about the interviews. Did you hire someone?” Karl’s voice brightens a bit as he responds. “Yes, actually. Her name is Sarah, and she see
Abby After I hang up the phone with Karl, I finally slip off to sleep, feeling more relaxed now than I have in days. I fall into a pleasant slumber, one that’s deep and uninterrupted by the lights and sounds coming from outside. But then it happens. The sound of glass shattering suddenly
Karl “I have to say, Karl, I’m excited about this merger.” Richard, the Alpha from a neighboring pack, sits across from me at the conference table. Our Betas sit beside each of us, furiously scribbling down notes. Between the four of us is an array of papers: forms, contracts, written agreem
Abby Karl hangs up with one final request. “Be ready in a few hours.” I can’t help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of getting out of here, and at the same time, I can’t deny that I’m excited to see him. My heart races as I pack a small bag with enough clothes and essentials
“Thanks for picking me up, Marcus,” I finally say, breaking the silence. He glances at me with a small smile. “No problem, Abby. Karl wanted to make sure you’re safe.” I nod, appreciating Karl’s concern. “I know. I just... I never thought I’d wind up in a situation like this. It feels weird.
Abby I step out of Marcus’ car and take a moment to take in the mansion that stands in front of me. I still can’t believe that I used to call this place home. Hell, I designed almost all of it myself; the gardens, the fountain on the front walkway, the color of the shutters. They’re a soft s
My eyes widen in surprise. “Dancing at a party doesn’t mean we’re back together,” I clarify. “It was just a dance, Alice.” The housekeeper gives me a knowing look. “Of course, dear. I understand,” she says in that tone of voice that tells me that she doesn’t particularly believe me. “But you mus