After dinner, I went into the kitchen to find Marirose. I was honestly relieved she hadn’t said anything at the table. She had simply served us and left. That gave me hope… even if it was thin.“Marirose…” I said softly, walking toward her.She turned to face me, her expression cold. “What do you want?” she asked.“I need to talk to you. Privately,” I said gently.“I don’t want to talk to you,” she replied. “And just so you know, I’m going to tell Brant everything. I’m not hiding anything from him. He has my loyalty.”“You can’t do this to me… I’m your friend,” I pleaded.“I’m not your friend, Sable. I’m just your ex-boyfriend’s sister. And yes, I’m going to tell Brant everything—about Asher, about who you really are, and what you’ve done.”“Why would you do that? Have I ever done anything to hurt you? After everything I did to help you—”“Oh, so now you’re throwing that in my face?” she snapped, pain leaking into her voice.I paused. Damn. I was doing this the wrong way.I took a dee
“What are you doing in my bedroom?” I asked, startled to find Brant sitting casually on my bed.He stood and walked toward me, his expression intense.“You tell me… because I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, Sable. You’re driving me nuts,” he said, voice low but charged. “Why were you crying?”I let out a small, shaky chuckle, even though part of me wanted to scream.He had no idea how much he was affecting me too.“You don’t have to know… and I’m fine,” I said quietly.He didn’t believe me. I could see it in his face, in the way his jaw clenched, in the fire behind his eyes like he was ready to protect, ready to burn, ready to hurt whoever made me cry. But that couldn’t be true. Brant would never do that for me. That’s just what I wanted to believe. At least, that’s what I told myself to keep from losing my mind.He closed the distance between us, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me in until there wasn’t a sliver of space between our bodies. With his other hand
Brant As everyone left the room—even the men who had been clearing the bloody, lifeless body—they abandoned their task without a word. The body remained, a grim reminder of the devastation that Lucas had just caused.Leslie turned her full attention to me. She stepped closer, closing the distance between us.“What the hell is fucking wrong with you?” she snapped, hitting me on the chest with the palm of her hand.She raised her other hand to strike me again, but I caught it. I held both her wrists, keeping her in place.“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shot back.“Why are you treating me like this? Is this about Marirose?” she asked. Her voice cracked slightly. Her eyes welled with tears, though none spilled.“Marirose has nothing to do with this. Don’t drag her into it,” I said.“Oh, you think I didn’t know you took her home?” she hissed.“I had to. To protect her from you. I didn’t want to wake up one day and hear you tried to kill her. Have you forgotten what your crazy ass di
Sable It’s been a few days since Brant brought Marirose to the mansion. I’ve done my best to avoid being seen by her. I even hid my scent—only from her. Yeah, I can do that. I can hide myself from a particular person if I want to. Hiding is what I do best in this life that’s treated me so badly. That’s been so cruel to me.As for Brant… let’s just say we’re both ignoring each other. Does it hurt? Yeah, it hurts. But I’ve thrown all my focus into Joss.We’re having a great time together, though I have no idea what our relationship status is. Sure, we’re having sex, but he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend, so nothing’s official. Still, I know he likes me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just another Betty.Right now, we’re at a famous and beautiful restaurant Joss invited me to. I let him choose our menu—he knows my preferences, and I’m not picky when it comes to food.“So, how’s work lately?” I asked, as the food arrived and we started digging in.“It’s great, actually. You know, somet
SableWe were all seated for dinner as Dani and Loren served us. Once the food was laid out, we began to eat in silence.Midway through the meal, Rhett looked up at his brothers.“Kit… I want you to start attending breakfast and dinner here at the house. Be more present. Dani hasn’t been happy with your absence lately.”“Yes, my dear,” Dani chimed in. Tonight, at Rhett’s request, she was seated at the dining table with us.Kit put down his cutlery, stared at his plate for a moment, then raised his head to meet Rhett’s eyes. “I can’t… I mean…” He glanced at Brant’s empty chair. “I can’t sit here and look at his chair. Every time I do, it just reminds me that he’s not here.”“He left on his own,” Rhett said coolly.But Kit cut him off. “You pushed him away. You made him leave, brother.”“With all due respect, Rhett… Kit’s right,” Joss said. “Brant never wanted to be involved in the company or the pack. So let him be. He was always the more dominant one among us, sure, but we’re still he
Sable I was sitting out on the patio, nibbling on my finger. I still couldn’t believe I’d seen Brant. I mean, I couldn't wrap my head around it—was it really him I saw, or was my mind playing tricks on me? But Dani confirmed it. It was him. Brant Paxton…“Hey, Sable.”I turned around at the sound of my name. It was Kit, walking toward me with his phone in hand.Ever since Brant left the mansion, Kit had barely spent any time here. He didn’t even stay for breakfast or dinner anymore—which, let’s be honest, was probably the biggest offense in this house. Skipping Dani’s food? Unforgivable.“Hey, Kit… what are you doing here?”“Rhett called. Said I had to be home for dinner, that he’s got something important to discuss… So yeah, I’m here. You can’t exactly defy the Alpha,” he said with a shrug.I nodded.“But it’s still afternoon… I just finished having breakfast-slash-lunch,” I said. I’d eaten earlier, but when lunchtime came around, I wasn’t hungry—so it was what it was.“Yeah, I deci