Time slipped by as I got lost in a fictional world of magic and politics. It was a welcome respite, but before I knew it, Ryder was messaging me to tell me he was on his way. My anxiety levels began to rise immediately. I was hopeful that dinner would be a pleasant affair, but my gut told me to be wary. Grabbing a jacket from my cupboard, I headed out to wait for Ryder in the quickly cooling evening. "Bye, Aunt Mara!" I called out as she got ready for her dinner date in her room. "Bye, hun!" she replied, her voice carrying down the hallway. "Make sure you're safe!" I teased, opening the front door. "You too!" she replied with a lighthearted chuckle from the other side of the house. Just as I was heading down the porch steps, holding the railing very carefully, as had become my new habit, Ryder pulled up in front of the house. "Hey," I greeted him as I climbed in. "Hey," he replied, flashing an uncertain smile. I gave him a curious look. "You okay?" I asked. "Nope," he repli
My eyes closed for a moment as I enjoyed the brief touch of his hand despite the chaos swirling in my mind. I wasn't about to argue with him. It wouldn't prove anything or get us anywhere, so I let it go. He wasn't entirely wrong anyway.When I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me, his eyes searching mine as if he were trying to read my mind.It felt like he wanted to say something, but he never did and the silence stretched out awkwardly until I couldn't take it anymore."So, tell me more about Tuesday," I ventured, needing a way to break through the mounting tension that the quiet between us seemed to be causing.Ryder retracted his hand from my cheek as if he'd been snapped out of a daze before he replied, "Uh... The gig is at a small club in Portland, pretty laid back. Ash’s band is decent, but I'm not sure you'll like their music," Ryder explained, his voice sounding uncertain."Why? What kind of music do they play?" I asked curiously.For some reason, I immediately thought
We'd all heard the noise, but no one made any move to investigate. Besides me, Shelly seemed to be the only one who looked worried and fearful that something was wrong. So maybe it was a door that had just slammed in the wind and the rest of the family was used to it?But as I turned my attention to Ryder, my gut told me it wasn't the wind. He was watching his parents through narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious as their shared looks of concern swept across the room to focus on the entrance.Heavy footfalls could be heard coming up the stairs and suddenly Tyler appeared in the entryway, a look of fury on his face. His hair was disheveled and he looked hot and sweaty, like he'd just finished a long run or something."Is there a reason I wasn't invited to this little family gathering?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. His expression softened momentarily, until his focus was turned back on his parents.Shelly quietly retreated from the room, probably figuring
Liz intervened, her voice calming but firm, "Tyler, nobody's trying to change your mind or your feelings. We're just concerned—" "Concerned?" Tyler cut her off, his tone sharp. "If you were concerned, you'd talk to me, not manipulate my schedule to try and keep me away from Kate." Under the table, Ryder squeezed my thigh gently, grounding me as the discussion escalated. Liz sighed, looking between David and Tyler, a hint of desperation in her eyes. "We're doing what we think is best for you, for the pack. We're not your enemies, Tyler." "But you're treating me like I'm incapable of making my own decisions," Tyler argued. "I'm the future Alpha. How can you expect me to lead if you're constantly undermining me?" David stood, his posture stiff as he faced Tyler. "Because sometimes, Tyler, you're too close to the situation to see it clearly. We're trying to help you see beyond this... infatuation." "Infatuation?" Tyler's laugh was bitter. "That's what you think this is?" My hand dro
I watched as Ryder led Kate back downstairs, feeling a mix of relief and regret. The anger that had surged through me just moments ago began to dissipate, leaving a deep sense of disappointment in its wake. I turned my attention back to my parents, searching their expressions for any kind of understanding. “Why can’t you just be happy for me?” I asked, wanting a real answer. “Kate is a good person. She makes me happy. Isn't that enough?” My mom looked down at the half-cleared table, covertly wiping a tear from her eye. I thought I saw a flicker of shame crossing her face. Dad, on the other hand, remained resolute. His expression only hardened as he met my gaze. "No," he said plainly, "It's good to hear that you're happy, but that's not enough. You need a strong partner at your side. If Ryder isn't going to stand with you, you need a mate that will." That was ridiculous and I told him as much. "What about you? You're the Alpha and you don't have your brother holding your hand eve
I stood frozen on the spot as Tyler took a step toward me, his confession hanging in the air between us. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within me. Fear... Hope... Relief... Understanding... "You don't have to say it back if you aren't ready," he said, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my face. "There's no rush." He didn't look upset or disappointed, rather he wore a thoughtful smile. His patience only deepened the feelings I knew I already felt. This was right. We were right. Of course, his parents couldn't see it, but who could blame them? It was like trying to describe the color blue to someone who was blind. They wouldn't get it. They couldn't. "I love you too," I whispered, the words radiating warmth through my chest as I looked into his eyes. I knew I meant it, which was kind of scary. It felt like I was exposing myself to him, laying bare all my vulnerabilities and hoping he wouldn't use them against me at some point in the future. But I trusted him. His
The silence in the car was deafening with only the lights of the dashboard casting any kind of illumination through the small space we found ourselves trapped in. The usual easy atmosphere between us was replaced by a tension that made the air feel thick and heavy.Glancing over at Ryder, I noticed his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly."Are you okay?" I asked, repeating the question he had asked me only minutes ago."Yeah," he said, his tone a little dismissive. "Just got a lot on my mind after tonight."His eyes flicked to mine briefly and a shadow passed over his face that told me there was more to this that he wasn’t saying.The ride continued in silence, each of us lost in our own troubled thoughts about the disastrous dinner with his parents.When we pulled up in front of my aunt Mara’s house, I leaned over to kiss him goodbye, but the kiss was different tonight. Lacking. Void of its usual warmth and passion.Pulling back, I searched his face, "Is there somet
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, streaking my face with light. I could hear the familiar sounds of Aunt Mara busying herself in the kitchen, her morning routine underway already.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I swung my legs out of bed and stumbled my way half-asleep to the kitchen in hopes that I could catch her before she left for work.Aunt Mara was at the kitchen counter, buttering a piece of toast when I entered the kitchen. "Morning," I mumbled, my voice still thick and groggy as I put the kettle on for a much needed cup of coffee."Good morning, hun," she replied with a smile before she bit into her slice of toast."How was your date?" I asked as I turned around and leaned against the counter, watching her curiously.Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly before she replied, "It was good thanks," but then she quickly shifted the focus back to me. "How did your dinner at the Valentines' go?"I sighed heavily, the memories of the previous evening flooding back. "It