All Chapters of Her Three Dominant Wolves: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Teagan's Point of ViewI couldn't remember the last time I ran. Maybe about two years ago. I was on yet another stint to get healthier. To grow myself as a person and thought I would indulge in some exercise. Needless to say, that had been the last time.Well, today I made an exception to my vow to never run again. I booked it back to the pack house. People swerved to miss me as I came in hot. My Chanel handbag flapped against my side whilst my ribs expanded and contracted relentlessly to keep my lungs from collapsing at any moment.By the time I reached the pack house, I was a sweaty mess with rumpled clothes and melting mascara. Not a pretty sight but everyone who saw me could go fuck themselves.If you saw me running in the future, you should run as well. There might be danger about. The only reason I would ever book it again.Unless Bellamy showed up and I had to high-tail it out of there. But that was something else entirely.I couldn't get past my guilt. It was a monster inside

Bellamy's Point of ViewThe back porch looked out over the rest of the grounds. Had a clear view of the training ring and pasture. The stalls to the horses were a bit to the left. Several heads bobbed in and out of view there. At this time in the day, the stalls had to be readied for the horses to go back in.Just beyond the farm was the ocean. A vast expanse of sand lay between. On good days, we would be taken out on horse rides on the beach. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. The horses would run into the water on occasion, making most of the children laugh.Those were my fondest memories. The times when I didn't have to worry about being the heir or my cunt of a father. All I had to care about was my duties. Activites. Making sure the horses were well taken care of."She will come around. You tried telling her you don't always mean what you say?" Pop asked and folded one leg over the other. His coffee was tightly wrapped in his hand as he stared out into the distance.

Teagan's Point of View Wallowing in my own self-pity seemed too harsh a term for me to use. I saw my little stint as nothing more than a self-care day. Something that I used to make myself feel a bit better. Or rather to silence the guilt inside my mind. Not that it worked but it was worth a try. After my call with Harland last night, the world seemed a little less dull. More colorful and optimistic. Until I was left alone to my own mind again. Then it was back to being harsh and cruel. Seeing Bellamy whilst trying to be intimate with Harland was a line in the sand I didn't need. It made things clearer to me. I had to avoid Bellamy at all costs or it might just cost me my marriage. And that wasn't a price I was willing to pay. My mind always tended to stray further than it should but last night it went severely dark. To haunted crevices I had long since thought forgotten. Bellamy was there as well. Always there, it seemed, since I found him in his room. As if the bastard just

Teagan's Point of ViewFuck. Fuck. I didn't think he would be here. On the contrary, I had hoped he would remain fully out of these dealings. You know, like he always had.But no, he was here. He was here and looking so different than he normally dressed. Black shirt. Slacks. hair placed meticulously. Even his beard seemed appealing, something I never thought I would find attractive in a man.My insides were clenching together. Shuddered every time my eyes caught a glimpse of him. If it wasn't for the long sleeves of my dress, I was sure they would see my armpits break out in a sweat. The setting spray I had used before the dinner better be as good as the sales lady had claimed, otherwise I was going to be a melting mess by the end of the night.All of my attention went right to him. Went right to every single knuckle he kissed. Our eyes locked and my heart did several flips.This was going against everything I had promised myself. See him as little as possible. Don't let him touch

Teagan's Point of ViewBreathe. Don't let him know that you are shaking on the inside. Confidence. You got this.The mantra replayed in my mind on a loop. Circled over and over again whilst I stood in front of that door.After the maid had left, I remained neatly in the foyer. Did my best not to fidget with my fingers. My rings. Or any piece of clothing.This was my last chance. Last crack at it before I tucked tail and ran back home.It hadn't even been a week here and I was already coming apart at the seams. Pitiful. But nothing a good few sessions with Harland's therapist couldn't fix. Or rather, it would grant me the tools to fix myself.I could hear Jonah chuckling from the dining room. A chair screeched against the tiles. Another followed and I already knew who it was.No backing off now. I had to stand my ground and demand the proposal be accepted, despite my reluctance to rekindle my relationship with my parents. Bellamy just had to take a backseat regarding this matter.Once