MaxI look around at the group of people surrounding me. I’m infuriated by what happened. The whole thing is worsened by the humiliation she feels burning right through me. My eyes are primarily on Alaska, who seems to be very pleased by what happened. I’m disappointed. This isn’t the woman I fell in love him. That woman was mature and sympathetic and the person I’m staring at now is none of those things. How can she laugh? I’m a few more angered thoughts away from standing up and leaving, but I’m aware that many will think I’m following her. Besides, this is an event that I as Alpha should be present at even though I don’t want to be here. Such parties used to be fun to me once upon a time ago but now they’re just burdensome. They’re just things I am forced to attend. It’s incredible how fast things changed for me ever since all of this happened. I’m no longer the same Max. I loved being Alpha. I loved everything about having inherited this title and being in this position. The o
RayneI feel uncomfortable yet at ease in his presence.The 'ease' part is only because of the bond. Being uncomfortable is common sense. I never know how to explain this confusion inside of me. Maybe there is no explanation. I want him near me but at the same time, I want him far away from me. He's trouble, and nothing ever works out well for me whenever he's around. To worsen things, he said those things to me earlier. He doesn't want to be my enemy. He doesn't want things between us to be so sour. But I don't see what the best alternative is. I don't think it's good for us to be this close or have any relationship apart from what we have now. What about Alaska? Where does she fit in all this? Max is the first to look away and sense his discomfort through our bond. I suppress any fluttery feeling in my gut from being this close to him. I try not to remember anything that we’ve been through. Every time I do, it makes me want to give in to him completely and forget everything that
RayneI am awoken by a sharp knock on my door. I rub my eyes while sitting up. Sunlight is flooding the room, giving everything a yellow glow. I feel comfortably warm and at ease, and momentarily forget that someone even knocked on the door to begin with.“Come in,” I say, expecting to see Caddie. It’s Veronica. She closes the door quickly and she’s in a bad mood. I can tell by the way her lips are squeezed together and colorless. “Good morning,” she tells me. “Did you sleep well?”“I did,” I say with uncertainty. “Is there something wrong?”“No,” she says then puts her hands together. “I want you to know that the plan to get you out of here is still on. I’m getting everything arranged for you out there so you can leave. I bet you’re excited, aren’t you?”I gulp and nod. Somehow, I don’t feel so excited about this anymore. I kind of wish I was more clear about what I wanted but after last night, things have become confusing again. I can’t lie to myself and say that what Max told me
Rayne We lay in each other’s arms in bed.Frankly, I can say that this moment is perfect. Right now, I don’t feel any anxiety or any regret. I feel whole and satisfied. I feel like the happiest person on the planet. If this isn’t happiness, then I don’t know what is. He is drawing odd patterns on my back with his fingers. I kind of expected him to walk out as soon as we finished but he’s still here. Holding me. This time, there was significantly less pain than the first time, but there was still some discomfort. I didn’t feel it at the moment, though. It’s only afterward that I feel it all. I felt our bond tightening as he took me and I wonder if he felt the same. I don’t ask, though. This isn’t a topic that is easy to talk about. I keep expecting him to say something but perhaps it’s better if he says nothing at all. What could he say? I don’t want anything to ruin this moment. I’m dreading when he’ll get up because that’s when the bubble will burst. That’s when the reality of wha
MaxHaving sex with Rayne starts to feel like a terrible idea in the morning. The reason why I feel this way is because I wasn't completely honest with her when I told her that I broke things off with Alaska. We had a serious fight, yes, but we didn't break up. Not officially. I was thinking a lot about what Rayne said that night about Alaska having planned that whole fiasco. I couldn't get it out of my mind even though I wasn't sure I believed it. So I confronted her at the first opportunity that I got. Her reaction was enough for me to realize that she was truly behind the whole thing. She got very angry, unreasonably so. I know it's not a question you'd ask someone you'd trust never to do such a thing which could excuse her anger, but I've known her for too long. I know when she's lying and how she acts when she's lying. I don't think I've ever been this disappointed in my entire life. I couldn't even explain to her where I got the idea from. She threw a temper tantrum but ne
Rayne I step back from the door as my heart cracks into tiny pieces. I don’t know what I came to do here. I should have never come. Then again, I’m glad I came. I’m glad because now I know that Max was lying to me all along. He never cared about me. He was…using me. Lying to me. This whole time. He told me last night that he had ended things with Alaska yet I just saw through the open door of his office that he kissed her. He told her that he loved her. I can’t do this. I can’t. I rush down the corridor and then descend the stairs. All the while, my heart is racing like I’m going to have a heart attack of some kind. It’s too much pain and disappointment injected inside of it all at once. There is only so much that a person can take before snapping in half and giving in to the pain. The worst part is that I have always guessed that something was wrong and that he wasn’t being completely genuine with me. I always knew that there was something about his sudden change in feelings f
RayneFor some reason, I don’t believe that I’m being taken back to the House. We’re not going in the same direction and also that’s stupid to assume because everything looks the same and I’m not all familiar with this area, I can help it feel like something is going on that I’m not aware about.For starters, this man knows my name. That’s why it was so easy for me to assume that he worked for Max and that he was taking me back to that hell hole. But things are getting weirder with each passing hour. I haven’t been running all that long, so I think it’s safe to assume that we should’ve been there by now.But we’re not. I look at his face. He’s not looking at me, he’s looking straight ahead. I don’t have the stomach to ask him who he is, and where he’s taking me, because I should’ve asked that when he first captured me. The sun is dipping in the sky, although it’s still afternoon. There is still light in the sky, but how long are we supposed to stay here? When do we get back? This is
RayneThe rest of our hike through the forest goes by in a blur. I don’t pay attention to anything going on around me, and I will certainly don’t listen to what the man is telling me. It’s not like he talks to me all the time. He’s mostly quiet and I’m thankful for it. I don’t think I have it in me to maintain a conversation with anyone, not when my mind is in this chaotic state.Max knew. I can get over that. He still there and acted like he was in love with me. Oh man all along he knew that I was never meant to be a slave. I was the daughter of an Alpha. My mother had been taken away from her home to be used as leverage by his father, and she was never returned. It was pure cowardice. And he knew this, and he didn’t try to make things right. No, he killed the messenger and decided to keep me there in the palace.He could’ve sent me home if he wanted to. But his selfish reasons prevented him from doing so. How could I leave when I had to be there for his entertainment. At this poin