[Denali’s POV] “What were you thinking?” Rosco demands the minute we are in the car. “Why didn’t you fight back?” Why? Because I knew if I did things would have been a lot worse than they were. Plus, playing the victim would ultimately work in my favor as it showed others the true colors of my ent
“It looks like your father really left you in the dark,” Rosco sighs. “Shady bastard.” “Then don’t we just need to find a way to prove that the pack shouldn’t be led by him?” I ask quietly. “Like a will or statement left by my mother or even her parents?” “That would be the ideal way, but if somet
[Rosco’s POV]“Ow.”A hiss of pain escapes Denali as I push against her exposed ribs, which are clearly bruised from her stepmother’s attack. Fuck, that bitch really did a number on her, and I was beginning to regret just leaving without doing anything.“I should go back,” I mutter.“I’m fine.”Fine
[Rosco’s POV]I stare down into Denali’s eyes, taking in the desire and hunger that are beginning to form in them, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride.“My princess,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers while running a hand down her side, so a whimper of excitement escapes her. “All mine.
Afterwards, we lay together. Soft snores escape Denali’s lips while my fingers run through her hair. Sighing, I take in her sleeping form and once again find myself wondering how I got so lucky to have her come into my life after I was so sure that there was no way we could ever be together again. B
[Rosco’s POV]“Is there something important you’re waiting for?”Frowning, I examine Charlie as he smirks at me. What the fuck was he doing, giving me that creepy face? Didn't he know he looked like a damn creeper?“Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles when I grimace, not bothering to hide my di
[Denali’s POV]I hang up the phone and look around the room, trying to see exactly what I should pack. Although I was slightly uneasy about Rosco’s sudden phone call and then his insisting that we go somewhere for a week, who was I to argue with his decision?Sighing, I move toward the dresser and p
“Not even that.”Feeling a wave of relief rush through me, I turn and watch Rosco make his way toward us with a look of annoyance on his face.“We’re nothing more than business acquaintances,” he continues, reaching out and wrapping an arm around me, and while I let out a gasp of shock over his sudd