We needed a happy chapter. What do you think of Scarlet?
Samara“How do you know all of this?” I ask Roman when we’re back in our room. Everything about Sloane and Scarlet seems so intuitive to him while I feel like I’m watching a play in another language and have no idea what’s going on.“Samara, Scarlet and Sloane are starting out the same way that Theo and I did. That’s how lifelong friendships begin. You wouldn’t know that because, first, you were so much younger than us and your sister,” he says, making Ayla growl.He kisses my forehead, but continues, starting to unbutton my shirt.“Then, you were so busy trying to spend time with us, that you never made any friends yourself. Once you were hiding as an omega, and I’m guessing you never created those types of friendships. It didn’t seem like it when we left anyway,” he says, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and pulling it out of my pants.“So that’s what friendships should look like?” I ask him.“Well, yeah. In the early stages anyway. Did you see them hooking pinkies?”“Yeah. What’s
Roman“Roman...” Samara says as we walk away from Sloane’s room.I put a finger to my lips to quiet her. When we get to our room, I lead her in and close the door.“What if Scarlet pressured her to change her room around. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t have it the way she wants,” Samara says, worry evident on her face and in her voice.I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “I think maybe we’re the ones who pressured her into keeping her room the same. I’ve known Scarlet all her life. She’s a lot like her mother, very protective. She was covering for Sloane. My guess is, Sloane didn’t want her room to look like it used to, for whatever reason. But we never asked her, did we? We just assumed it would make it easier for her.”She opens her mouth, then closes it again, frowning.“Why didn’t she say anything?”“Well, that’s a more important question, if you ask me. Is she not comfortable enough with us yet to be honest? Is she afraid we’re angry with her because of wh
SloaneI’ve been forcing myself to remain focused, acting like I’m fine while Aunt Samara helps me unpack. They set up my room exactly like it was back home and I hate it. It just reminds me of what my mother and my maybe father did and my life that was built on lies and betrayal.But I don’t want to say anything. I don’t want to make them mad. I don’t want to give them any reason to hate me for what my parents did. Or worse, I don’t want them taking out any anger at me on my brother or sister. They’re too young to understand, but I’m not.When I hear Aria begin fussing on the baby monitor, I nearly collapse with relief. If Aunt Samara leaves, I can stop pretending that I’m fine. I’m anything but fine.“Sloane, are you going to be okay in here by yourself? I need to go take care of Aria,” Aunt Samara says.“I’ll be fine,” I say.She comes over and hugs me. “I know it’s a tough transition, but hopefully having your room like it was before will help you adjust.”“Mmhmm,” I say, nodding a
RomanI’m not surprised so many people want to leave the pack. Many of them didn’t want to stay after the loss of their beloved Alpha family, but they stayed for Althea. Now, they have nothing to stay for. The person they want to follow no longer lives here. So, they will follow her, follow Samara, to our pack.She was much more surprised by the number of people who approached us than I was. She still doesn’t seem to recognize the draw that she and Ayla have for all pack members, not just ours. Pack members want to be with her, near her, so it makes sense that so many would follow her.Since I scheduled my father’s Alpha ceremony the following morning, we were inundated with requests to move. In the end, less than fifty pack members chose to remain in the Brenner family pack.My father and I talked about it, and we agreed that we shouldn’t uproot these families any more than they already have been. Everyone has been through enough and if it gives them some peace to remain in the place
SamaraEverything about the last two days has been overwhelming. Even Alpha Sterling had seemed like it was all too much. We’d been standing, holding each other in my father's old office when Luna Devi mind linked me to see if I could help her with the pups. Alpha Sterling came upstairs with me and while he played with Slade, Luna Devi showed me how to change Aria and give her a bottle. The moment I sat down in that rocking chair and watched Aria suckling on the bottle, something inside me flipped.No matter how terrible things are right now, no matter how much I have suffered, how much so many people have suffered because of what Althea and Sawyer did, Roman and I have produced something good, something beautiful. This baby inside me feels like the start of a change in our lives, the start of something positive that will shift us away from all the bad things that have happened. This little pup in my belly is hope for a better future. And when Roman came into the room, I could tell he
RomanAfter getting Sloane settled into her bed and letting my mother know where she is, I collect the letters and put them back in the box. Then, Samara and I go in search of my father.I’m so angry at what Sawyer and Althea did. I wish I could bring Sawyer back to life just so I could kill him again.“Do we tell her?” Samara murmurs softly as we make our way through the pack.“Not yet. Let’s see how she handles this. It’s a lot for someone so young. I know you were strong, but you had support too. We’ll support her and help her through this, but I won’t lie to her, Samara. We’ve all had enough deceit to last us a lifetime. If she wants to take a DNA test, I’ll allow it. She deserves to know who her real father was.”“But would it be easier for her to know that her father was a murderer, or that he was murdered by her mother and fated mate. Goddess, no wonder Gillian wanted to die. Roman, I can’t imagine ...”Her voice chokes off and I stop, pulling her into my arms.“You were never t