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Noah Piper glares at me from the end of the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest and a determined air about her that tells me I’m not getting out of this conversation no matter how much I wish otherwise. I guess I should consider myself lucky. A pissed off Piper is better than a hurt Piper any day.She has the look of a woman who has suspected something for a while and just had it confirmed. The righteous indignation of knowing she’s been right all along, despite my attempts to convince her otherwise."Who is she to you?" she demands the second I reach her, not giving me a chance to deflect."She's here under a pack arrangement." I spit the first thing that comes to mind. I hear myself say it and know it's insufficient before she does."Noah." She sighs my name. And the disappointment in that sigh is enough to break my resolve."She's complicated," I hang my head, my tone apologetic. "But everything that happened between us happened before. There is nothing between us now.""Befo
NoahWhat the fuck am I doing? Who even am I?I never dreamed I’d be the kind of guy who torments a woman just to watch her squirm, in a non-sexy way at least. But then again, I never thought I’d be the guy whose mate rejected him either. That kind of pain changes you. I knew she was watching me with Piper. And I knew seeing us together was painful for her, could smell it in the way her scent curdled. Just knowing should have been enough. I didn’t have to tell her I knew, taunt her with it. But it wasn’t enough so I did it anyway. Then I watched it land, saw the impact of it on her face before she could hide it from me. And I liked knowing I hurt her too.Now, though, I have to live with myself, live with being the kind of man who likes it. I've been hurting someone on purpose and finding it less satisfying than I expected but satisfying enough to be uncomfortable with it.And yet, knowing that about myself doesn’t change anything. Even knowing Cassandra isn’t the only victim in my
Cassandra After my run in with Noah, I go back to my room and just sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I may not interact with him often, but every encounter seems to take more and more out of me, leaving me so spent afterwards, I can barely do more than breathe. It’s worth it, I tell myself. As long as Liam is safe and happy, it’s worth it. And to be honest, there’s a bit of pride mixed in with the other jumble of emotions I’m feeling. I was honest. Out loud, directly, to his face. Yes, it bothers me. I didn't plan to. I'm not sure it was wise. I'm not sure it changes anything or helps anything or makes any of this easier. But I think it was right anyway.My old mantra would have been: don't give him ammunition. Don't let him see you hurt, even by things you earned. Maintain the appearance of equanimity because equanimity is defensible.I told him the truth instead.And I'm sitting here thinking about what it costs to keep paying for choices you've already paid for—b
Cassandra Reading a room is a skill I developed early in life—the ability to walk into a space and understand immediately what's happening in it before anything is said. Useful for years when I was using it to my advantage. Much more complicated now, when reading a room accurately means I have to decide what to do with what I find.So when I walk into the kitchen this morning and realize I’m not alone, I’m nearly frozen with indecision. I came for coffee. Apparently, Piper did too and, unfortunately, she’s already seen me so I can’t sneak away unnoticed. I almost turn around anyway but I don't. Leaving would be too obvious, and obvious avoidance sends its own kind of message, and it’s not a message I want to send. Hi, I’m your boyfriend’s ex-mate and seeing you with him makes me want to rip your hair out, even though I have no right to feel that way. Yeah, probably not. .I go get my coffee and pretend I belong there instead.We move around each other in the kitchen in silence for a
NoahI stomp into my office, unreasonably pissed off at my current circumstances. Those circumstances being the raging hard-on I’m sporting, from nothing more than breathing in Cassandra’s luscious whipped cream and caramel scent in the hallway. All I have to do is get the slightest whiff of it and I’m instantly rock solid It’s the thing I’ve refused to acknowledge since the day she walked back into my life and I stood outside the visitor hold, willing my erection to go down. But I’ve been walking around in a perpetual state of arousal for weeks now. And quite frankly, it’s getting painful.Not to mention, sooner or later, someone’s going to notice. And I’ll be damned if I let that person be her."Long day?" Piper pokes her head in my office door. “You have a pained look on your face.”Fuck me! I discreetly palm my dick under my desk, silently pleading with the fucker to give it up. The last thing I need is to have to explain the tent in my pants to my ‘maybe, maybe not’ girlfriend wi
NoahMy head is pounding and it has nothing to do with RMS. This headache is the direct result of being unable to wrap my brain around what’s going on with the woman living under my roof disguised as my ex-mate. Because, try as I might, I can’t figure out what her angle is. Liam is a good kid. And that’s despite his mother’s influence. If I’d known he was struggling with some of the kids here, I would have helped him without Cassandra asking. But she did ask.That’s what I can’t reconcile. Because that had to be uncomfortable as fuck for her and the woman I know would never do anything, even for her own son, if it meant her own discomfort. Is it possible she’s actually becoming the mother Liam deserves?"Talk to me," Cole’s voice at my office door startles the shit out of me. He pushes off the door jamb, invites himself in, and closes the door behind him. He stands with his back to it for a moment before he crosses the room and sits down."About?" I raise an eyebrow in question. He
Skye Cassandra turns, and if I didn't know better, I'd think the guilt on her face was genuine. "Skye. I'm so sorry, this must look—""What is this?" I repeat, louder now.Jaxon moves past me, his expression hard. "It's temporary. Cassandra and Liam need a place to stay until we can arrange somethi
Skye I want to believe Noah. God, I want to believe that some part of Jaxon actually cares. But I've spent three years reading meaning into empty gestures, and I can't do it anymore."The elders won't let him cast you aside," Noah continues. "You've earned their respect. More than that—you've earne
Skye The words drop into the silence like stones into still water.Jaxon's eyes narrow. "What did you just say?""You heard me." My hands are steady now, even as my heart splinters. "Whatever sick arrangement you and Cassandra have planned, count me out. I won't be part of this.""You don't mean th
Skye I can't breathe.The boy—this child who just called my husband daddy—is looking up at Jaxon with complete adoration. And Jaxon... Jaxon isn't denying it. Isn't pushing him away. He's just standing there with his hand on the boy's shoulder, watching me with those cold gray eyes like he's waitin







