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
“Chloe… Mmm…” I blink, confused. For a while, my mind just sits there, fizzling. It takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he’s not in pain. Or that he’s not awake. Neil is having a sex dream about me. He’s resting on his back on the bed. The covers are up to his waist. He’s wear
Well, to hell with the rest of the day. I know what I’m doing. It’s being right here in this moment with Neil as we keep our eyes on each other. Our breaths escape us soft, yet loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only other noise is the occasional squelch of spit on Neil’s hand, or my pussy drippi