DONALDI stormed out of Julie's room with my blood boiling and my hands curled into fists. She always found a way to annoy me and I felt like punching my arm through the wall. I couldn't believe she was still begging for the lives of the rogues when she certainly knew what needed to be done. It was bad enough that I rescued her and was hiding her in my pack house, let alone rescuing the others as well.In my opinion, she should be grateful for the opportunity I was giving her. I knew that most Alphas would have risked it and killed her along, not minding that she was their mate. Yet, here I was protecting her from the people who wanted her head and putting my own reputation on the line. I didn't want to think about what would happen if the elders and other Alphas knew that the rogue leader they fought so hard to look for was actually still in the pack and under my protection.On the other hand, I was also scared of her reaction. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get the thought o
JulieTick tock. Tick tock. The clock moved slowly as I stared at it for the tenth time in a minute. My heart was pounding and no matter how I tried to calm down, I couldn't stop thinking about the fate of my people. My rogue family that were most likely in the presence of others being ridiculed and put to death. I shuddered at the thought and moved out of the bed, my hand shakily carrying the water on the bedside table. I quickly gulped it down until nothing but a drop was left inside. I frowned at it and poured another glass from the pitcher beside it, holding it up to my lips as beads of sweat pooled on my forehead. I walked over to the only open window beside my bed and peered down, but there was nothing to see except shrubs and a small garden.I hissed at it and turned away, glancing at the time again. It was more than fourty-five minutes since Donald left my room and I hadn't heard a single word from him or any of the palace helps. Everywhere was silent and more than anything e
Donald The way murmurs started around me nearly made me tell the executioner to continue on. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, curious and annoyed by my hesitance again. People were talking so much, and I could feel the Alphas tapping me, demanding to know the issue. In the pressure, I closed my eyes and murmured a prayer to the goddess. Ever since the issue with the rogues started, I have been praying more often. I had no idea whether that was her plan all along, to drag me closer to her. At this point, however, I had no other choice. With the way some of my pack members were murmuring and the others breathing heavily, I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to lynch me and put me up for execution instead. That thought brought a chill to my bones and I opened my eyes, finally raising my head to the people who had gone silent around me. I looked into their faces, squinting at their eyes which showed varying degrees of fear, tension and annoyance. I was tempted to look at the rogue
DonaldI stared at her for a moment, absorbing her features in my mind. Unlike the last time I came to see her, she looked better and more robust. Her face was glowing, and I could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips even though she tried to hide it. Usually, she was either frowning or arguing with me, so I was surprised to see her doing none of that.I had a sudden urge to reach out and touch her face to tell her that I had listened to her pleas, but I held myself back and waited. Julie was a fierce woman and I didn't want to annoy her further, because I wasn't in the mood to argue with her again. I knew she was prone to temper bursts, but a part of me still felt relieved about what I did for her. Her threats had scared me and I half expected to come into her room and see her dead body. I shook my head and tried to banish the picture from my mind, replacing it with her still breathing body in front of me. Suddenly, I felt a hand touch mine on the bed. At first, I jolted and
Chapter Twenty-fourJulieI saw the look of shock on his face when he turned and saw me standing behind him. Donald was a good guy, and it was obvious that he was wearing his heart on his sleeves. Unlike me, I was used to hiding my true feelings and only fighting to stay alive.I held out a hand to him, and he took it, allowing me to lead him back towards the bed. Even though I had no idea what to respond to his confession with, I still wanted him to stay. His act of kindness to me was still surprising, and I suddenly began to wish there was a way to pay him back.When we reached the bed, he pulled his hands away and sat in the same chair as before, while I resumed my position on the bed and started at him. I had to admit that my mate was quite good-looking and the charming definition of a mate, but I didn't have it in me to start a relationship. Not yet, at least.My face must have looked like I was distressed because Donald sat forward after a few seconds and waved his palm over my
Chapter Twenty-fiveJulieI looked at him in surprise for a few seconds, unable to say anything. The question was so unexpected, and I didn't think he needed me to answer it. At first, I tried to wave it off with a smile, but his face remained Stoic as he eagerly awaited my response. I was confused about hurting his feelings or saying the truth, and I frowned at myself. Why did I suddenly care about what he would feel?At that, I held up a hand and tried to think. If I was being honest, I still didn't like him all that much. To me, he was too good, too cautious of the rules and, most of all, he was an Alpha. The very opposite of what I stood for, and it held me back from developing strong feelings for him.However, those good qualities were still aspect I liked. Sharon often told me that opposites attract, and I thought that it wasn't such a bad thing. I wasn't considering anything serious happening between the both of us, but it didn't stop me from thinking about how much of a good p
Chapter Twenty-sixJULIEI woke up the next morning with a start and gasped in shock. I quickly sat up and darted my eyes around the room, touching myself for any marks or bruises but found none. I felt a bead of sweat drop from my forehead onto the front of my top and instinctively, I touched the bedsheet. It was deeply soaked.I sighed and shook my head, thankful that it was a dream. However, I could still see how Sharon and I were being chased by an unknown figure and how we ran through the trees, eventually falling through a pit which was when my eyes opened. I shuddered at the image and shut my eyes, trying to push it to the back of my mind.I groaned and stood up from the bed, holding my head as I tried to recall what happened the previous day. I reached the bathroom and quickly freshened up, the exciting events flashing through my face and I broke into a grin as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The rogues were safe and the anger I carried in my heart for Donald had decr
JulieI was pacing up and down the room now, restless even though Itried to lay down for a few minutes before. I felt the concern deep inside mefor Donald. What was wrong with him, I wondered. He had reacted badly to mymention of his mother, which I had definitely not expected. Perhaps there wassomething there, that he could not tell anyone about?I let out a sigh, shaking my head. Why was I even asking? Theredefinitely was something there that he had not mentioned. Something deep to do with his mother.Not realising how I looked right that moment, I was caught very unawares by the reflection of myself as I passed by a mirror in the room.My expression looked full of concern for Donald. My brows were furrowed, and my eyes clearly showed a worry that was not there before. I turned away from it, letting out a frustrated growl.Why was I even worrying about him like this? Why was I so concernedabout him in this way even? It was clearly none of my business, and I should not make it