Warning Rated SPG 18+Her middle name was fool. Hah! She was either the most insane, naive woman on the planet, or her instincts were on high alert because she got this strange sensation she could truly trust Sage. So why do they feel as if someone is watching them, as if there is someone in the air? in the shadowy corner of the room? As though someone was breaking into them? She could ignore those feelings, but there was no one and no cameras anywhere she looked. She shuddered.It wasn't like she didn't know anything about Sage. Her friend had told her a lot about Landon's brothers, so she almost felt like she knew him."Okay," she said as she bit her lip. Desperate to finish this mess she was about to make."Excellent, girl," Sage whispered.He approached her and hooked two of his fingers below one side of her panties."Oh, can I leave those on for a few minutes, perhaps, 10 minutes?" Now that the big moment had arrived, she realized she needed a little more time. Only a tiny bit. Y
Sophie felt a sudden unease and felt the magical sensation while holding Sage's hands, making her want to close her eyes."Wait, what the fuck?!" Sophie mumbled, her eyes closed. A tremendous headache burned through every neuron in her brain, and magical lightning almost made her dizzy. She grimaced at the unsettling ache caused by the vision. "F*ck! What in the world was that?"Sage quickly let go of her hand, but the warmth of his fingers lingered as she brushed her hand along her silk-covered thigh."What the—did you feel that?" He asked.Her mouth fell open while Sage's jaw dropped.Sophie nodded her head. "I think it was just some um—never mind. It was nothing."Sage looked at her like she had grown some horns, but he dismissed the silly idea forming in his head.He could ask her later.Yet the stab of sexual desire that pierced Sophie, however, was so tangible that it seemed to her guilty mind that it echoed off the walls like an accusation.Why on earth would she dare see Sage'
Sophie’s eyes lowered, performing a curtsy when her turn came. The Master Luna, Annabelle, a sweet, beautiful middle-aged woman just a little older than her mother, smiled at her, though she was enveloped in a cloud of perfume. She put a hand under Sophie’s chin, and while she fought the urge to snatch it away, she turned her chin to the ceiling. "She is so pretty. Isn’t she lovely, dear?" The woman appealed to her husband, Master Alpha Alfonso. After raising a brow in the presence of his two sons, Luna Annabelle accepted the glass of champagne that had been offered to her. "Such lovely cheekbones, my dear... I like you already, Sophie." "Enough with that darling, leave the girl alone," the Master Alpha responded, not looking at Sophie or her cheekbones or, to her relief, her child-bearing hips, which were probably the only attribute in his future daughter-in-law that interested him but staring at the glass of champagne he held. He wasn’t holding it for long. Luna Annabelle release
Cain flushed from the neck up, but after a moment, he gave a careless shrug. "It’s your term against Roxanne’s." His tone made it clear that Sophie’s words meant nothing. Unfortunately, that was true.The past few days had stunk big time. It had been a blow when her supposed mate found his true mate, but Sophie was glad for Landon. She had been nothing but welcoming and respectful to his mate, but Roxanne had loathed her from minute one. Sophie had felt the hate pouring from her in waves—literally. Being highly empathic came with the seer package.But what bothered Sophie the most was the way Cherryl, her sister, looked at Landon. Maybe Cherryl could deny it, but her sister had the same look as their parents. The look of love and connection, and if Roxanne's words were true that the bitch was Landon's true mate, then Cherryl would be in trouble.Her intuition had told her that Roxanne was going to be trouble, and it had been right. Despite Landon not hesitating to claim Roxanne as his
Sophie took her seat and watched as Cherryl, who was already seated, said something that made the normally solemn guest of honour giggle. Sophie felt a twinge of envy for her sister's ease in public interactions, which she saw tonight in a slim-fitting flame-purple gown. Sophie could work the crowd with the best of them when necessary, but it was a learned skill. That came naturally to Cherryl.Sophie pondered and considered what she saw in Sage's future. Was it possible to make a change? Is it possible to change the outcome so that she does not end up as a rogue or, worse, hated by Landon's people? What happened today that messed up the next three weeks? First, she deduced from the vision that she had been transferred to Robinson's pack to await the full moon, and then Landon happened to find his true mate?That was a complete mess. What about her? What about their engagement tonight? And why does everyone in the Robinson pack despise her? What did she do to make them believe she was
Alpha Alfonso’s wife, Luna Annabelle, reached out and laid her hand over her husband’s. "Not the time, Alfonso," she murmured softly. "Relax and enjoy the food, dear." The effort to respond to her warning glance deepened the unhealthy ruddiness, and another couple of shades before the table was engulfed in a painfully awkward silence, broken after a few uncomfortable moments by Luna Ally. "Sophie, I thought you were wearing your necklace earlier?" Sophie shook her head as the tightness in her chest deepened. She strained to keep her brain from spinning with righteous rage. She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled with flaring nostrils. In her eyes, the Master Alpha was a bad excuse for a parent—he was a bully! A jerk. "A minor mishap, mom," she eventually managed, her gaze moving towards Sage. There had been no mistake in Master Alpha's attempt to humiliate his son. Sage didn't need to be looked after right now, but he didn't deserve—no one did—his father publicly humiliating him, and
Sophie realised she was back in the seer's vision, perhaps three or four weeks from now. This was Landon's mind, and she shivered at the prospect of undoing what had happened the first time she went inside his head. After all, being held as a prisoner for alleged crimes she did not commit was not a reason to consider taking a vacation. "I'm sorry for the mess, Sophie," Alpha Landon grumbled behind her. It had been days since she had been locked up in the prison cell and the failed escape attempt with Sage, even before Landon had left with Roxanne. "I understand, but are you really sure that Roxanne is your true mate? I mean, I know, what we have isn't—um, love, but—really? With Roxanne?" "Why the doubt?" Landon asked. "Because I thought, um, you like my sister?" "That’s true," he said, acting as though her clenched response were actually wisdom and not desperation. "Would you like to come with me while I tell my father that?" Woah! That’s it. This was all Alpha Alfonso’s scheme.
Present Time Sophie went to the garden after watching Landon leave. It was by far the most messed-up vision she had. What the hell happened that made Roxanne mess up her life so badly? In fact, she didn't even know that woman; she knew she was a pack whore who went viral after the topless dance, but why would she hate her? Sophie doesn't have an enemy, or maybe she does. Secretly? After the engagement today, she was sure as hell they would line up. Yet Sophie truly believed her sister, Cherryl, was Landon's true mate. So, what was the point of having Roxanne in the picture? First: she knew she'd be transferred to Robinson's pack in three weeks. Two: she'd be the pack doctor there, and Roxanne would ruin her life. Three: she would not be Landon's true mate; their marriage would not happen; and she would go rogue. Now, where and what in the hell would she screw up to ensure that it never happened? "You don't seem very joyf