Emily's povIf I could earn money for how many times I blushed today, I'd be a millionaire.Bryson's palm was still on my ass, and he stopped moving towards the car.He turns around a couple of times. Being dangled upside down didn't make me see who or what he was looking for. So I had to resort to
"Hey Em," Bryson whispered, pulling me out of my thoughts."Yeah?" I murmured.His eyes fluttered down, gazing at my lips. "What would you think of me if I reject my fated one for the one who had my heart for years?"His question made my brain freeze.Where did this even come from?An alpha rejectin
Emily's povOf course, dead at night, while it's cold and the lone wolves howl, a tapping sound breaks on my window.I had a feeling he wouldn't let up easily.If I knew one thing about Bryce, it would be that he couldn't stay not a second without seeing me or hearing my voice before he slept off.H
Emily's povThe run to the creek was a bit faster tonight.I clutched Bryson's soft fur as he slows down. I loved to hear the sound of his paws digging into the earth.Sometimes, I admit, I was a bit jealous that he could shift and enjoy this while I couldn't.I longed to feel my own paws digging in
Emily's povBaby.Baby.Baby....That word rang in my head despite the knowing threat that was snarling just a couple of feet from us.My mind went into a frenzy, thoughts rummaging through my head as I try to think of a possible reason he called me, baby.My heart leapt.Was I reading into this too
Emily's povI squirmed, my gaze dropping to the ground.Bryson was angry with me.And I had a feeling I knew why.I played with my fingers, stunned when I heard his bones breaking.He was shifting back into his human form.And.....was bounding over to me."What the hell were you thinking Em!? Gettin
Emily's povI'm clutching Shawn's fur as he races through the thick trees to my house.I sighed.'You sound depressed,' Shawn snorted through the mind link.I buried my head in his thick coat.'I got Bryce in trouble with his dad. Of course I will be.''I think Bryce has a mind of his own Em. He kne
Emily's povMy breathing comes out in short pants, labored as he takes my breath away.I peered into his eyes and they burned into mine.I should push him away. I know I should.With his birthday coming and the ripe age to get his mate nearing, Bryson was obviously controlled by hormones.There was