(Tyler's POV)Mrs Harris was in the kitchen preparing dinner by the look of things. She saw me approaching and stopped what she was doing, setting her knife down and wiping her hands on her apron.“Tyler, what’s going on?” she asked in a low voice, probably hoping that Kate wouldn't overhear us. Her tone was weary rather than accusing. “You boys assured me that you would take care of her, but here she is, barely two days later, sobbing her heart out. Again...”"I know, I'm sorry Mrs Harris," I replied, feeling guilty even though I wasn't the one at fault here. “I know how it must look, but I promise, I have only the best intentions for Kate.”"I know that..." Mrs Harris replied with an exhausted sigh. "I know that. You're always here to pick up the pieces and I really am grateful for that. But this..." she went on, choosing her words carefully. "This doesn't seem right. It feels like at least once a
(Tyler's POV)As we headed into the kitchen, Aunt Mara dropped what she was doing and made her way over to Kate with outstretched arms.I saw Kate's eyes misting up with tears once again, but she fought them, only allowing one to roll down her cheek before she wiped it away with a sniff."I'll give you guys some privacy," I said, placing Kate's used mug in the sink before I headed towards the front door."It's okay," Kate murmured as her aunt released her from the hug. "Stay."I hadn't wanted to leave, but it felt like the right thing to do, so I was grateful when she told me to stay."Are you okay, honey? What happened?" Mrs Harris asked, her concern obvious in the lines on her face.Kate took a deep breath, steadying herself. When she spoke again she sounded so numb and detached, like she was talking about someone else's life. "I think Ryder cheated on me," she said mechanically. "He was in his bedroom with his ex-girlfriend or ex-fling or whatever you want to call her... I didn't se
(Tyler’s POV)I barged into Ryder's room, expecting to find him there, but the room was empty, only fuelling my irritation. I clenched my fists as I set about the rest of the house, determined to find him.As I searched, my fury only grew. He'd better not have decided to leave...At last, I stormed into the kitchen, and as luck would have it, there he sat, innocently eating his dinner in the last place I decided to look.Ryder glanced up at me with an expression of concern. “Did you find—”Before he could finish his sentence though, my fist connected with his face and sent him reeling. He went flying off of his chair, but somehow managed to catch himself before he went sprawling to the floor.He glared at me, his teeth clenched as he touched his fingers to his face, scoffing when he looked back down at them and saw the blood that was pouring from his nose."Did you just fucking sucker punch me?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.I didn't even bother to respond, instead, I grabb
(Tyler’s POV)I headed to my room, my body aching from the fight and my mind still reeling. I'd made my point though, which gave me some sense of satisfaction. Each step reminded me of the blows I’d exchanged with Ryder, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil in my mind.Sneaking into my room, I made sure not to wake Kate. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and glanced over at her. She was still fast asleep, her face peaceful. A wave of relief washed over me.I sat on the bed beside her with a sigh, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face, but as I extended my arm, I saw in the dim light that my hand was full of blood. I retracted it quickly, not wanting to soil her or taint her in any way.Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself to my feet and headed back to my mom in the kitchen. As I approached, I heard more yelling echoing through the house. My mom stepped out of the kitchen, her brow furrowed and a pained expression on her face as she gestured for
(Ryder’s POV)I slumped down on the cold kitchen floor, my back against the cracked pantry door. Blood trickled down my face from my nose, dripping onto my chest drop by drop. The entire left side of my face throbbed where Tyler’s fist had connected, and every breath I took sent a sharp pain through my ribs.The fight had been brutal, and now the aftermath was even worse.Dad stood in front of me, his arms crossed and his face a mask of controlled fury.“What the hell were you thinking, Ryder?” he asked, his voice still ringing with anger and accusation.I wiped the blood from my nose with the back of my hand and shrugged. “I told you, nothing happened.”“Nothing happened?” Dad’s voice was a low growl. “Your brother nearly killed you, and you think nothing happened?”“He overreacted,” I muttered, looking away. "Nothing happened with Bailey. Him and Kate are just jumping to conclusions."Dad stepped closer, his presence looming over me. “How did you think it would look, Ryder? How did
(Ryder's POV)"Son, we don't favour your brother. Your mother and I love and care about you both equally. When you told us you didn't want to be Alpha, it broke our hearts. This is my legacy, our lineage. I can't lie to you and tell you that I wasn't disappointed, but we've tried to support you as best we can on the path you've chosen," my dad explained gently.I scoffed. "Bullshit... It's clear that you look down on me and my choices. You think I just play songs with my friends, but there's so much more to it. You don't even acknowledge the hard work I have to put into it!" I flared."Ryder," my dad went on, "I'm disappointed that you turned down your role as Alpha, but that doesn't mean I want you to fail at life. Perhaps I may come across a bit condescending at times, and I'm sorry about that. I'll try and work on it. But when you started these studies, your mother and I would often ask you how it was going and the only response we ever got from you was, 'fine'. We tried to engage,
(Katelyn’s POV)Gentle fingers caressed my cheek, tugging me from my dreams.My eyes flickered open, adjusting to the soft morning light that seeped in through a crack in the blinds. Tyler's smile greeted me, warm and welcoming.I blinked my groggy eyes as he came into focus, a sleepy smile adorning my lips."Morning," I mumbled, rubbing at one of my eyes."Morning," he replied, his voice gentle. "How did you sleep?""Really goo—", I had begun to respond, but the words died before they escaped my lips. "What happened to your face!?" I asked, shocked by his appearance.He had a pretty deep gash on one of his eyebrows, and another on his lower lip. Both looked like they were in the process of healing, but still, they didn't look great.My fingers traced over his brow bone, skimming over the purpling bruise gently. "Does it hurt?" I asked worriedly."A little," Tyler confessed. "But it's not so bad," he brushed it off."What happened?" I asked again, my fingers now trailing over his slig
(Tyler’s POV)I made my way upstairs, feeling the tension in the house growing with each step.As I reached the top of the stairs, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come. I could hear my Mom's voice, a low murmur punctuated by the occasional sharp word.I pushed open the door to my dad's office and stepped inside.Dad sat behind his desk, his laptop in front of him, but he wasn't looking at it. He quickly over to me now, his eyes narrowing. Mom stood beside one of the leather couches near the fireplace, her expression a mixture of concern and disappointment as she looked over at Ryder. He was standing by the window with his arms folded across his chest, his back to the rest of the room as he gazed outside.The tension in the room was palpable."Where’s Kate?" Dad asked as he peered behind me, likely expecting her to walk in any second now."She's not coming," I replied, meeting his gaze head-on. "She doesn’t want to see Ryder right now, and I don’t blame her."D