Audrey POV: “I want to go for therapy,” I said out of the blue. We were still in my room, Roman twirling my hair absentmindedly as I lounged in his arms. I’d woken up from yet another nightmare, and he’d soothed me till the major effects of fright had worn off. He paused when I said that, then turned to me. “Therapy?” he repeated, as though he had heard me well before. I nodded. “I think it’d be best for me to go after our wedding, so I can find out how to sort out these nightmares once and for all.” He gave me a worried look. “I like that you’re thinking ahead love, but…the nearest rehab center is at the human civilization. I’m not comfortable with letting you go-” “I’ll be fine, Roman,” I interjected, cupping his cheek. “It’s not like I’m someone highly recognized by the humans. Besides, I don’t plan to draw any attention to myself.” “Your beauty is enough to draw attention,” he said adamantly, and I chuckled inwardly. “Apart from that, therapy is not a one-time thing, wh
Audrey POV: Wanda had a lot of beautiful dresses, sincerely, but I was still fuming at my mate, and my mind wasn’t exactly set on a dress. So, when she brought out one in my favorite color, I accepted it and thanked her for her time, before retiring to my room. A wedding? I was still confused about it. When did Roman come to the conclusion to get us married, and without telling me, in fact? I was his mate, for crying out loud. Yes, I liked him taking charge of things, but we were talking about a lifelong commitment here. What exactly was he thinking, choosing to gloss over such an important conversation? I pondered upon the situation, facing the open window. Something didn’t add up. He couldn’t have just come up with that on a whim. And it infuriated me that I had no idea what was going on in his mind. “Patience, Audrey,” I said to myself. “You’ll get your answers soon, don’t worry.” So, I waited patiently for Roman in my room, bored as hell but unable to do anything else sinc
Audrey POV: I played around with the food on my plate, thinking back to my earlier conversation with Roman. “Miss Audrey.” Had I done something wrong? Perhaps I had said something that vexed him? “Miss Audrey?” I thought back on the conversation, trying to find any pinpoints. Well, I’d asked what had happened, but it wasn’t something that could hurt him, right? “Miss Audrey? Can you hear me?” I gasped, my cutlery causing a clattering sound on the plate. Was it because I had refused to do what he wanted? Had I made him feel- “Miss Audrey!” I jumped, startled at the loud call and the hand that had touched my shoulder, then calmed when I realized it was Paul. “Oh, hey. What’s up?” He looked worried. “I’ve called you like…four times now. Is everything alright, ma’am?” “Oh.” I laughed lightly. I couldn’t tell him that I was wondering if his Alpha had pushed me away because I’d refused to be intimate with him for a moment. “It’s nothing, Paul. I was just lost in thought for
Roman POV: I stared into Audrey’s worried eyes, knowing I wouldn’t be able to tell her what was going on, as much as I wanted to. So, I pulled away from her, every fibre of my being hating my action as her face fell. “Roman?” “I’d like to be alone now,” I said quietly, looking away from her so I didn’t see her sad expression. “Please.” She reached for me again, but I shook her off, giving her a much stricter look. “Audrey. Alone.” I was such a fucked-up being. She opened her mouth to speak, but quietened, nodding slowly and standing, before leaving, my eyes following her movements, closing when the door shut behind her. Through the bond, I felt her despair, and something in me broke. But I couldn’t let her know what was going on. The implication was too great for her to handle. The phone rang again, just like I knew it would, and I answered the call immediately. “Lance.” “This is bad, Roman,” he said, forgoing greetings. “I’m putting my pack on lockdown right now, but the o
Audrey POV:Sometime after Roman left for work, I decided to cook something for him to eat when he returned. But when I got to the kitchen and finally convinced the chefs there to not be scared for their lives, I started making breakfast for myself, as well. I was in the middle of frying the pancakes when a hauntingly familiar scent filled my nostrils.“Sweet little kitten,” Derek's taunting voice said in my ear. “Did you really think you could run away?” I froze for a moment, then slowly turned to the side, my heart thumping faster when I found no one there. Then I concentrated long enough to sense other beings around, but none of the beings had as much aura as Derek carried. That meant he wasn't here. I willed myself to breathe properly in relief, but it took at least five minutes to do that. I had to use that moment to convince myself that Derek was far away from me, and that he wouldn't come near me again. I was with my mate now. He wouldn't dare. Then I remembered his shark-l
Roman POV: Marvin stood at that moment, his jaw clenched. “You’re being stubborn, Rome,” he said in a low tone. I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you’re too fucking stupid. Who the hell do you think you are to decide what happens in my pack?” He sneered, and I wanted to bury him into the ground immediately. “Your pack? Please, Roman. You abandoned your pack the moment you found out about your mate’s disappearance. At such a critical time, you left your people without a warning. Do you know how chaotic-?” “Shut that trash can you call a mouth,” Julian interjected with a growl. “You have no right to address my Alpha in this manner, and it annoys me that you’re taking leave of your senses to be a fool in the meantime.” His eyes flashed gold. “If you speak even one more time in slander against the Alpha, I will be forced to arrest you.” There was another moment of silence, then Marvin began to laugh. “Aren’t arrest and related issues under the jurisdiction of the Gamma, Jules? Why a