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Resisting the Beta 4. Sawyer
By the time Easton and I got back from the bombsite, I was fit for nothing more than crashing into the bunkhouse. “Looks like we missed a party, wasn’t it meant to be a pyre?” Easton grimaced, stepping over abandoned bottles of whisky and tequila outside Riley’s room. He’s got some newbies he’s meant to be mentoring. Doesn’t seem like much of that is going on. I’ll raise it to Cillian, making a mental note for the morning. I glare at Rileys closed door. “Bet it was that fucking card game again. Want some food?” gesturing to the two wrapped plates waiting on the counter. “Yes please, I’m starved. Did you know stress, fear makes you hungrier? You send your body into fight or flight it fucks with your blood sugar.” I don’t know what he’s trying to say. He’s chunky because he’s greedy. Not because he’s battling untold levels of mortal danger on a daily basis. He notices my amusement and laughs. “You know what I mean. I bet you ate less during the war. Anyways, you know I much
Resisting the Beta 5. Phoebe
Whoever said shifters don’t get hangovers are dirty, lying scumbags. They are painfully real. The instant dawn breaks, I flop out of bed, grab a towel, stick a dark blue, baggy dress over some exercise wear and vanish out of our house. Still, I was spied on the way by Dash and Kian. “Fun times Kharkov!” they called out, miming drinking actions. But they were smiling, a smattering of brown freckles dotting Dash’s nose and cheeks. Kian blushing as normal. Normally, they would pretend they hadn’t seen me and glanced the other way. I mimed a gun to the head, rolling my eyes and getting another laugh. /Well done!/ Huli chimed. “Nah, think of us, Phoebe. Shaw was sick on our feet on the run home!” “No way!” I joke. The happiness at having someone new to talk to other than Huli almost made me forget Riley. I head to the riverbank. The tyre swing I have spent endless hours mulling things over at. However, today, I have a different purpose. Untying my plaited hair, wondering wha
Resisting the Beta 6. Phoebe
Naomi’s pep talk was the kick I needed. Probably nothing noticeable, but I can feel it. Even Naomi losing her cool and having a swipe at Riley didn’t derail me. It felt good hurling a fruit basket at her, though. Finally, I have plans. One I can soon talk about and the one I must take to the grave. I found Jane straight after leaving my Naomi’s, loitering skittishly around the Beta Warrior’s bunkhouse. “Hey, can we talk?” Her blonde ringlets jumped into the air, her entire body jerking in surprise. “Phoebe! Of course, sorry, I was just checking…no matter!” a forced smile stretching across her face. “Can we talk in private?” I add, aware that the longer we stand here, the more chance there was of Riley appearing. Looking down at my red-stained hands, I made a show of innocence, raising them in the air, “Hair dye, I swear!” Until she chuckled, and we made our way together. “If you want, let’s head out of town,” Jane offered calmly as together, arm in arm we strolled. Cr
Resisting the Beta 7. Sawyer
It’s been a long six weeks. White Forest was of course a fucking bust. Nikolai was in no mood for house guests. Dressed in black with dark, sweeping locks to his shoulders. I received one reluctant night's bed and board before he suggested I try the inns of Silver City. His attempt at politely telling me to go away. “Nikolai,” Luna Genevieve whispers, her hand entwined in his. Her delicate peach gown floating to the ground in waves of soft tulle, disguising the power she wields. “Stay for dinner please?” “The Alpha is correct. I should go-” “Please. Do stay for dinner.” Nikolai stated, with all the temptation of a live embalming, a ruby glint in his dark eyes. Genevieve rolled her eyes, clearly mindlinking a reprimand. “I should go. But thank you.” They should be a riotous storm. A marriage of unhappiness. But somehow, they shine together. I think that is why he doesn’t want me lingering. He has found his perfection. She adores him exactly as he is. Readying my bike, I
Resisting the Beta 8. Sawyer
Stopping halfway back on the bike ride back to Rising Star I wrench my hands into my bright white locks. I have to get my shit together. Why can’t she see how foolish she’s being! “FUCKING HELL!” cursing the sky above. I’ve not put a foot wrong since joining the Beta Warriors, leaving my shitty non-life in the south behind. Now I’m holding secrets. I bet she hasn’t considered the wrong person finding her notes. Or if she could control herself in the heat of an argument from striking someone down. The chaos she could awaken. I don’t mind admitting that anyone else, even men I’ve fought alongside, would have been arrested instantly. We have those two idiots locked up in Rising Star with their legs broken for lesser crimes. How could she think she would get away with this? Nash, my so-called wolf, is silent. Shifters are meant to be superior because we have these guardian angel advisors. Well I’m flying blind. Again. I should have talked it over with her. Suggested some groun
Resisting the Beta 9. Phoebe
I’ve never hated my wolf more than in those few furious minutes with Sawyer out in the fields. Or slapped and pinched myself more often in the days after. Everything he said was right. Of course it’s criminal activity. I could lose everything. My family would never forgive me. It's the same dark misery that fuelled the last war. There’s a reason Rising Star has kept that library under lock and key for generations. Listening to Huli I’d convinced myself I was exceptional, someone special. Too clever to be caught. The perfect person to study such dark ways. There is no spotlight for me to stand in. It’s just me and a wolf’s ego I can ever satisfy. Sawyer knew I was lying to him, too. Huli stopped me from mentioning the other four. I was going to, when I felt my heart constrict, my legs cramping. /NO! We’ve not studied them yet!/ Huli screamed, almost making me stumble into the grass. Already trembling from being discovered, Huli was trying to overwhelm everything I had le
Resisting the Beta 10. Phoebe
I didn’t drink any alcohol so why is my head pounding again? It's not just pounding. Pulsing. It's worse than when Huli screams at me. The fact that she doesn’t rise to sarcastically correct me is a concern. I'll give it a minute. Except even breathing feels like running my bare throat down sandpaper. No. Still no Huli. No mindink, no guidance, no healing? Dragons are dancing on my skull, claws, and everything. I’m too spaced out to even think of a swear word to cover this situation. My eyes might as well be glued shut, and there’s a strange tingly floatiness to my limbs. I couldn’t even guess if I still had legs right now. Shit. Where am I? I try to lift my head. All I achieve is my tongue sticking out, and I am surprised to taste hard, cold wood. Am I on the floor? Which floor? No, this…this isn’t right. Get some water. No…I had juice already. Rami and I shared some from the pitcher on the table. Had some cookies. And then…fuck I don’t even know. I attempt to rol
Resisting the Beta 11. Sawyer
“Was that not just the wildest fucking night?” Tucker groaned as we saddled up our bikes. “Finn’s a healer!” “Crazy yeah,” I shrug, my head too full to focus. Together with every other fit man, we had sought to put out the packhouse fire. Then, prepare for the arrival of the Alphas and dismantle the ceremony stage. I’m exhausted. Now Cillian is sending Tucker and I to scout out attack locations. He’s deadly serious about making humans pay for their crimes. After all, he lost his parents to their wolfsbane laced syringes. He wants us to find the closest point to their major towns, catch Hayden on his way up, and get his advice. I ran into that house after Rami, not just to save him but to impress Phoebe. It's pathetic but true. Seeing her laid out on her kitchen floor wiped away the pretence that I can ever go back to watching her from a distance. Magnolia gentleness and the softest lips I’ve ever felt. Then I remember Easton and wince. Caught up in staring at Phoebe’s
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