Barbara received a call in the car, and they had to drop her on the way where another vehicle was waiting to pick her up. Willow did not need anyone to tell her that Marshall was the one who called her. Willow had to go with Abigail. All the way down to where the party would be held, Willow's stomach was tight with anxiety and no matter how much she tried not to think about what might happen today at the party when Harrison saw her, her mind kept conjuring up different mad scenes. Each of them was worse than the last. She knew damn well that Harrison was going to blow hot when he saw her, but she did not care, or she did and was just trying to convince herself otherwise. Willow had told Abigail and Barbara that she would snatch Marshall, she would have to start working on that from today at the party. She could not waste any more time. One of Willow's sweaty hands strayed from her lap where she had them clasped together to the mating mark on her neck. She would have to reject Harr
Festivity was in the air and everyone was mingling when Abigail and Willow finally got into the place the event was being held. Everyone was dressed beautifully; men were in suits and women in beautiful and glittering dresses that could blind one's eyes. Willow took one glance around and thanked her stars that she allowed Barbara pick out good dresses for her. She had never been one to be out dressed at a party but she did not put her mind into dressing glamorously for this particular one.“Come on, let me introduce you," Abigail said to Willow as she took two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one over to her. “Okay” Willow received the glass of champagne, tipped her head back and emptied the whole thing. Her anxiety had disappeared after her discussion with Abigail in the car and the fact that she's finally made up her mind on what she wanted and set her goals, but she immediately became nervous once they got here. If Abigail had not been with her, she might have
Willow did not know why her first instinct was to run over to where Abigail was, but Willow decided to follow it. She believed that once Harrison saw her with Abigail, he would be too scared to do anything to her.She didn't understand why her whole body was vibrating with fear while the last time she saw Harrison, she could not feel any ounce of fear for him. In fact, she had wanted to kill him that day. Willow thought that it would remain like that forever, and she would be able to reject him easily but seems like she thought wrong. His alpha's dominance had returned with full force, she could feel her mating mark throbbing softly and also reacting to his presence. Willow hurried blindly across the room, brushing past and apologizing to people as she moved. She dropped her half-filled glass of champagne on a passing waiter’s tray before using her two hands to grab her gown up. Her mind told her to run and that's precisely what she was doing, except that… she bumped into someone, bu
Willow was past caring about where they were at the moment. She seemed to have forgotten that they were in the middle of a party and more than hundreds of alphas were there. If Harrison was going to go crazy, then they should do so together.Willow raised her chin higher, “You said you like my curves, that they are better than hers.” Willow's voice was loud, attracting a few frowns and glances. “Am I lying? Tell me you haven't told me before that my curves are better than hers?”Harrison's eyes turned red, and he lifted his hand to hit Willow, but someone bumped into her from behind, spilling his drink on her from shoulders downwards, and causing her to move forward and hit Harrison's chest.Willow gasped in shock as someone bumped into her from behind, and she felt something cold and wet wipe her neck exactly where her mating mark that had been covered with layers of makeup was. The person not only wiped that place with something but also spilled his drink on her. Willow stepped bac
Willow was thankful that no one else stooped her as she fled from the room. She found a quiet passage and a tall man standing in front. He was dressed in black clothes and looked like a security man, so she stopped to ask him for the bathroom’s direction.Willow stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom as she stared at her reflection. She still looked as beautiful as she was when she left the house, but her dress was ruined. Half of it was still off-white, while the rest was red. She was angry and at the same time she felt ashamed. Everyone now knows that she and Sophia were Harrison's mate. She would never be able to return to the party because she would be the center of attention.She wondered who sent that man and what they hoped to accomplish by exposing her as Harrison's mate. She did not know anyone here, so she was so sure that it was Harrison the person had been targeting, it just couldn't be her. Harrison must have offended someone who wanted revenge, and now she was cau
The mark was a hickey, a deep red one, and it looks like whoever left it there had too much fun playing with that part of her neck.Willow saw red as a picture of Marshall's head buried in Rumi's neck the way it had been in between her legs appeared in her head, and she felt like grabbing Rumi's head and bashing it against the wall until the wall turned bloody red.It was only a little more push she could take before she finally lost it and had someone killed, and that person might just be Rumi who has been pushing her buttons since they first met. Willow pushed herself away from where she was leaning against the toilet sink and marched over to Rumi. She grabbed her strongly by the elbow and began to drag her out of the bathroom.“What the fuck are you doing?” Rumi spluttered in rage as she struggled to be free from Willow's hold, but it only tightened, “Leave me the fuck alone!”“You better leave here, Rumi, because I swear to the moon goddess, I might just end up killing you and fl
“Oh honey,” Abigail's voice was sad, “I understand that you are hurt but if you have decided that you want to return home, I will help you.”“Thank you, Abigail. I don't know what I would have done without you,” Willow knew she owed Abigail big time. If not for this woman and Marshall, who took her away from Harrison on the day she attacked him, she might be in Harrison's pack's prison by now. Adele would never have spared her if anything had happened to Harrison, and Harrison wouldn't have spared her either if he had survived her attack. She was going to repay the woman back someday.“So what's the next step now?” Barbara asked as she bounced on the balls of her feet.Willow clasped her hands together in front of her, “I'm going to walk back in there and reject him in front of everyone. I'm the victim here, not him. I'm tired of hiding while he walks around freely with Sophia hanging on his arm. I should be the one with him, not her, but unfortunately, it can never be me. His dominan
Willow thought that Harrison was going to ignore her words about stepping down, but after his eyes returned to normal, he began to walk down to her with a deep scowl on his face. He looked like he was going to kill her, but when has he never looked like that?Willow's wolf was crawling at the back of her mind and she knew that her wolf might try to stop her from rejecting because of the pain they would feel, so she pushed her wolf back and shut her at the back of her mind. This was something they needed to do so that they could be free from all of these pain, shame, and disgrace.“You need to leave now, Willow, or you will face the consequences. I don't know what Abigail was hoping to achieve when you brought you here, but just know that she is using you. She hates my mother and would do anything to see her angry.” Harrison told her when he got to where she was. Willow had thought that he would try to force her to leave, but he was using a soft approach; trying to label Abigail as th