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12. Phoebe
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Resisting the Beta 13. Sawyer
So she’s still lying. I had requested Wren and Jane inform her before I entered. I wanted to see if two years had changed her natural instinct to deceive. Two years has only hardened my opinion of that night. Being so fucking angry and heartsore you tear through a battle almost single-handedly will get you a serious promotion.That promotion will in turn keep you busy enough to avoid thinking of what might have been. Even if Nikolao threw me from a moving vehicle. Bastard. After the battle of Bridgend, he requested I drive him home. He was most likely delirious, after the silver netting ruined his skin forever. It didn’t seem wise to refuse his request. His Head Beta Gregor, a snarling, bald pitbull of a man, lurked in the passenger seat whilst Nikolai reclined in the back, wrapped in a black clock, coated in foul smelling floral paste. “You know the way?” Gregor barked, glaring at me taking over what I presumed was his usual role. “Of course.” “Watch the potholes or Gr
Resisting the Beta 14. Phoebe
All hell broke loose when Sawyer dropped to the floor. I’ve never seen him look weak before. In my mind he’s an immovable mountain. The one others kneeled before. The icy cold colour of his hair is at odds with the warmth that can flicker in his blue eyes. When he wants to be warm anyway. But there he was, shaking, gritting his teeth crumpled on his knees. Ripping the armour from his chest, fighting for breath. “HAYDEN QUICK! It’s Sawyer! Help!” leaving marks in the wooden door of his office. Suddenly I found myself sprinting after the tattooed Dean of the Academy. By the time I caught up, Wren’s office door had slammed shut, leaving me alone in the grey stone corridor. Unable to do anything but wait and attempt to decipher the muffled noises. Before Sawyer fell, I was in deep trouble. It felt as though the ground itself was crumbling away, leaving me standing on one black floor tile. Secrets and lies. That’s all he associates with me now. I’m not supposed to care. No
Resisting the Beta 15. Phoebe
If Sawyer considers himself a failure, then what does that make me. Because I’m right back where we started, trying to get him to notice me. To realise I’m right here, wanting so much more than his protection. Two years is a long time. Surely, if neither of us have truly moved on from that night beside Jane’s cottage, it means something? “I’ve missed you,” I eventually whisper, now close enough for him to take my hand in his, his gaze dropping to the bandage on my wrist that no amount of bangles can hide “Have you hurt yourself with silver here?” his other hand stroking at my fresh bandage. I nod, fighting back tears. “Oh Sugar,” he sighs softly, a few stray white hairs falling loose from where he’s tied them up. “This is too much,” shaking his head. “How can you still hurt yourself this way?” Sawyer after a bottle of whiskey is a different creature entirely. It’s like watching a big cat stretch and prowl. Right now he’s softer, thoughtful. Blatantly staring at me the way I
Resisting the Beta 16. Phoebe
Mentioning Diane was the verbal equivalent of exploding a human landmine. Hidden in darkness Sawyers grip is tense. “Diane? Diane Jackson, seriously? Right now?” he repeats, his teeth grazing my neck sending shivers down my spine.. I wanted to push him into admitting more, so I kept quiet, just revelling in his body pressed flush against mine. “Two years ago that ended! Do you really think I just fell into bed with her? Like that was my answer?” II tilt my head towards him to softly nip at his neck. When I feel his whole body shudder, I can't believe he is still holding back. He won't let go. Is it because we don’t share sparks? I doubt we could be mates. Maybe he thinks that matters to me. But I don’t care. My wolf taints everything. To feel Sawyer just exactly as we are with no tricks and wolf-born extravagance is beautiful. His strong body and the heat of his touch are more than enough. Even more so now, Huli is keeping quiet. Goddess, he is as perfect as I rememb
Resisting the Beta 17. Sawyer
Don’t forget she lied. Don’t think why you sank a bottle of whisky. Because you’d given up. She’s no better than everyone else who hurt us. That’s what I’ve told myself for two years. No better than my idiotic parents. My useless, abandoning aunt. My thieving so-called friends. There are some battles you just can not win. Tipsy, slurring me was no match for those brown eyes. /Something attacked us today/ Nash had growled lowly. /You need to watch out/ I despise having voices in my head. Nash only rears when a fight is on the horizon. His grumbling suspicion made me drink faster. What did I expect to happen? Sober me is now a panting heap on the floor of a dark corridor. Her immaculately soft body laid on top of me. Magnolia fills my head, and I simply can’t stop touching her. My hands have to be on her. I promised her one night. I never thought she’d tempt me into spanking her perfect little ass whilst she took me to the brink of bellowing for all to hear. But then s
Resisting the Beta 18. Sawyer
Jane’s blonde hair cascades regally. Unfortunately, her watery blue eyes are raging. Wren, as always, looks scary as shit even when dressed in the softest peach tunic. What the hell is this ambush, it’s not even sunrise! “If King Heath chooses Phoebe, she should go. She’s the best candidate. Your veto isn’t enough to stop us recommending her. Wren will be with her at all times-” “Alpha Cilian agrees with me. What about someone like Beta Dash?” “They already know we can physically overpower them,” Jane snaps. "Everyone knows she is the perfect person to send.” Wren insisted, her brow narrowing, making her eyeballs appear completely black. Terrifying. “You don’t think she could be influenced by King Heath?” Jane raised an eyebrow, for once her pleasant milkmaid features hardened under the harsh morning glare. “No more easily than she can be influenced by you.” Now I feel Nash ripple. We don’t have much, but we have our pride. Even Wren looks startled, but Jane keeps g
Resisting the Beta 19. Phoebe
So, Sawyer appears. Stressed me out for a day, destroyed every sensible thought in my head for a night, and then disappeared. Again. Unfortunately, just like before, he leaves me alone, feeling awkward around everybody. Every room I walk into feels like I’m the one under discussion. Of course, the whole Academy is furiously wondering why everyone's rooms needed searching. Spreading rumours as to why Beta Sawyer would even appear only to drop down ill. Now he’s vanished! /Finally. You asked him to stay, and he’s shown his true colours/ Huli grumbles, but I ignore every bitter little whinge this morning. I swear Shaw is spreading a rumour that Sawyer was actually killed by Jane and dumped in the lake. Except I know he’s heading to see Cillian and tell him everything. Every time a door opens I’m expecting a raft of Beta’s wielding silver handcuffs. Shame and disgrace. I almost skip Jane’s class on the history of Fates, but I have to at least try to be normal. I wish I hadn’t
Resisting the Beta 20. Phoebe
“Now. This doesn’t look good, Phoebe,” Sawyer whispers, but I swear there is amusement in his voice. But then it looks like he’s spent night digging these holes. Dozens of metre-deep pits of nothing. "Would you believe me if I said I came to dig these up for you to destroy?" "If that's what you say, then yes. I believe you," he replied. All I could do was stare dumbly. He believes me? The illogical, Sawyer-obsessed part of me wants to unbutton his shirt and see if that glisten on his brow continues the full length of his torso. Even though I'm clearly in trouble, I can't stop grinning. “Well what are YOU doing here?” very aware of the way his hands remain planted around my waist. He’s not letting go. He’s not flipping me around to slam into the wooden shed door and slap handcuffs on me. Although if that’s what he felt like, I could go with it. “Same. I came to check your story out. Didn’t think you’d move into breaking and entering. What have they taught you at the Academ
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