All Chapters of Resisting the Beta: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I don’t need babysitting Sawyer,” Phoebe complains. Of course. As always. “It’s not babysitting. It’s guarding. It’s also not an option. Now go inside,” I bark. She slams the door in my face, muttering expletives before gentle, sobbing noises eke out from under the wooden door. Half an hour later, Eleanor reopens it and whispers, “Thank you Sawyer. You’re a good friend to us.” “Just following orders,” I lie again. It’s just responsibility to the pack. I’d do the same for anyone else. We’re not even friends. I’m fairly certain I’m her nemesis. Well in a few weeks she’ll be chasing full moon dances like the rest of them. Probably mated to someone easily bossed around like Dash or Theo. Phoebe Kharkov coming of age. Bizarre, considering she sometimes has the temperament of a five year old. I imagine when she isn’t scowling, cursing or running away, she could be considered a beauty. She's clever too when doesn’t shrink in on herself or resort to childish insults. Comi

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

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

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

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