When I blink my eyes open, I’m in my bed in the Pyramid. Steven is beside me, resting on the edge of the bed. My ribs ache, but the pain isn’t so all-encompassing this time. It’s more a dull thrum, present, unavoidable, but not overwhelming. “You have several broken ribs,” Steven says. He delivers
“Please get back in bed.” “Chloe, please.” “You need to rest.” And finally, “You are as stubborn as Neil is.” Eventually, I make to Neil’s room. The door is open, a nurse and Beau are inside. “What the hell is this?” Beau demands. He jumps to his feet. “Steven?” “She wanted to see Neil,”
The ceremony to remove Wyatt as the Hayes’s Beta, it turns out, is not all that formal. It mainly consists of all of the brothers and a witness to the declaration of dismissal. We don’t even have to dress up. Thank the Gods. I really doubt I could squeeze my broken and battered ribs into any kind
“You don’t think he’s still here?” Beau asks Archer. Archer’s face tightens, grim. Without a word, he heads for the door. Beau, cursing, starts to follow. “What’s happening?” I call after them. “Stay here, Chloe. Stay with Neil,” Beau shouts back. Mia starts to fuss more. “She’s hungry,”
Wyatt – a spy? For Alpha King Hayes? “We found all of these in his room,” Beau says. “He left them out everywhere, sitting there like he wanted us to find them. Bastard is mocking us.” “Here,” Archer says, shuffling through the papers. “List after list. Our schedules. The girls we’ve seen. The c
They must know that. Neil must, at least. And I think he does. As I look at him, I can practically see the wheels in his head turning. “He’s more powerful,” I say. “He’s the most powerful man in the kingdom. You can kick Wyatt out. You can barricade the Pyramid, but you cannot start a war with t
The next day, I definitely feel like I’m on the outside looking in. The brothers aren’t telling me everything, and they either think I’m an idiot who won’t notice or they don’t care if I do. Three times today, when I enter a room where the brothers are, they stop talking when I approach. They aren
“What’s too much? You’ve barely said anything!” “Too much, Chloe.” I growled a little, mostly in frustration, not necessarily at him, but the vibrations made my ribs ache, so my noises and thoughts abruptly halted to I could cradle my chest. Steven stepped forward. “What’s wrong?” “It’s just