“Oh, Jesse’s not going anywhere,” Rafe says, reaching out a hand to beckon to our cousin. “We’ve got to talk. As a group.”“Where’s Luca?” Jackson asks, looking around the room with a frown, probably noticing his absence for the first time.Ben, Jesse, and Tony collectively groan and I grin at my ma
The Captain and I are locked into a stalemate for a long, long moment, neither of us given in. He glares down at me, baring his teeth just slightly, trying to get me to break.But I just stare back up at him, impassive.I’ve dealt with Alphas bigger than him all my life. If he thinks he can scare me
I stare up at him, my temper firmly leashed, my jaw set even though I am absolutely filled with rage from head to toe. How dare he – how dare he not even listen to me!? When I have so much to give – and so much I can offer.“Is that your final word on this, sir?” I ask. “You won’t even allow me to d
The boys let me have my space for much longer than I thought they would – for hours, really. I spend a long time in the bath, simmering and calming down before I begin to sort through my thoughts. Then, when I’m calm enough, I take each individual issue in turn, piece by piece. In time, each of the
“Whoa,” Jackson says, inhaling a deep breath as he wakes up next to me, immediately feeling my foul disposition. “You’re in an…interesting mood today.”I huff a little laugh and sit up, straddling his hips and putting my hands on his chest, peering down into his face. “I’m not moody at you, though,”
To my shock, Rafe just wraps me up in his arms and pulls me into a tight hug. “If you get killed I’ll never forgive you,” he murmurs, his head ducked low against my own. “And dad will slaughter me. So. Avoid that, please. I would like to live long enough to meet my mate.”I go still but then laugh a
“Hey, Blythe,” I say as I approach. He looks up at me with a bit of surprise.“Hey, Clark,” he says, breaking into a smile. “Didn’t think I’d get you here without a bit of kicking and screaming.”“Well, I’m here,” I say, giving a little shrug. “Any chance you want to make a last minute trade?”He ju
Blythe stares down at his chest for a moment, appalled, before he whips his handsome face back up to mine. “What the fuck, Ari!?” he shouts, his teeth lengthening to dangerous points. I take a step back, leveling the gun at his face, knowing a paintball placed there will cause enough pain to give me