LOGINThere’s no hiding it now. I think I’m about to see just how far I can push Alexander’s understanding.“I was there,” I nearly whisper.“You were where?” Alexander asks a little more forcefully. I can feel my wolf within wanting to submit as his tone shifts.“Outside Tomson Murray’s home.”Alexander
EvelynAfter sending Emma back in and wishing her luck in her next game of Spackle against my mom, I walk slowly to Alexander’s room. Our room.I don’t yet know how I feel about him offering for me to move back into my old room if I want to. I mean, I know I appreciate the offer. It makes me feel li
EvelynOnce Alexander and I are sure that I can walk on my own, I go down the hall to see my mom. I knock quietly on her door, and Emma opens it for me.My friend rests her fist on her hip and cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me your mom is a pro at Spackle.”Surprised, I look into the room to whe
EvelynThe second Mom sees me, her knees buckle.Alexander catches her, and I lunge for her, folding her into my arms. She sobs into my shoulder, grasping my shirt like a lifeline.“You’re here,” I say, realizing I’m crying, too. “You’re here, you’re here.”I look up over Mom’s shoulder as she finds
EvelynI’m sobbing on the bathroom floor when Alexander enters our bedroom. I hear the door squeak open then click quietly shut. I don’t try to quiet my crying.Alexander appears in the doorway to the bathroom. He slowly approaches, sitting across from me on the floor.“I did it again, didn’t I?” he
Evelyn“Spackle!” David yells, laying down his winning hand.I toss my cards down on the table in mock frustration as he laughs.“Three games in a row,” he teases. “I hope you weren’t looking for someone to coddle you and let you win while you’re recovering.”I reach for his cards, gathering the dec
Marcel walks in to a pouting Evelyn while I button her pants, still shirtless myself. Marcel’s gaze dips to the tent in my pants before avoiding that general area very obviously.I’m the King. Evelyn’s my shikra. My Beta can deal.“Marcel,” I greet him as I stride over to my desk. “I have a letter I
AlexanderMarcel is terrified.I do my best to block out his thoughts, though it’s nearly as taxing to actively not pay attention to his thoughts as it is to have them swirling in my brain. My sword is already drawn as my Beta and I step between the bodies of my fallen guards.Or at least what’s lef
EvelynI confided in Emma after Alexander left to investigate the guards who were killed. It’s too dangerous with the rebel werewolves targeting me to use Alexander’s absence to escape, so I was stuck sitting in his room, worrying for his safety.Emma assured me he would be okay, but I could tell sh
EvelynOn the day I’m supposed to meet my dad, one week after Alpha Jackson’s visit where he secretly passed me the note, Emma joins breakfast with me and Alexander, uninvited and interrupting our flirtation. She pouts about not getting any time with me and complains that Alexander is being selfish







