It had been two weeks since Jesse died, and it still hurt just as much as the day that Chase told me about the accident. I know I didn't know him for long, but we had such a strong connection. I’d even been dreaming of a future with him. Then he died…how could the universe be so cruel? The girls at the Sorority were getting annoyed with my moping, and I even heard one say that I had no right to grieve for a guy that I'd only known for a few days. To be honest, I agreed with her entirely, but I couldn't help how I felt. Payton dragged me out of the house and made sure I went to most of my classes, but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't focus. My dad didn’t understand my grief either, so I spoke to my mom a lot, and she listened and offered advice. She was just fantastic in every way. Payton mentioned the meeting a few more times, but I no longer cared to know anything. None of it was important to me right now.Instead of facing reali

After telling me that my father was an Alpha, I needed a little break. I went to the bathroom and called Payton."Brie, where are you, are you okay?" she asked in a panic."Yeah, I'm fine. I'm with Chase—" "Where are you?” she interjected. “If he's hurt you, I'll kill him!"I sniggered. "I'm fine Pay, honestly. He has been telling me everything.""Oh, and what has he told you exactly? And before you go mad, just know that I wasn't allowed to tell you. Your parents and mine swore me to secrecy.""Why would they do that? Wait...are you a wolf, too?" I asked, the question just forming in my head."Oh crap! He didn't tell you that bit, did he? Of course not, the complete jerk. Look, I really wanted to tell you, but I was under Alpha's orders—""My dad?" I cut in"Oh sure, he told you that part. Geez Chase, help a girl out. Yes, your father is our Alpha. Lots of us in town were told to protect you, and not to let you find out wh

It was time to return to school after the holidays, and to be honest, I was going to miss my family and Chase. Sure, I'd get to see him all the time, but I didn't like being away from him much anymore. I loved spending time with him, but luckily for me, he was still like a stalker, so wherever I turned, there he was. It wasn't overbearing, though. I'd gotten used to it, and now that I knew there were dangers out there, like threats of kidnapping, I kind of liked the idea that he wasn't far away. Of course, I always had Payton with me, and Chase found a couple of other wolves who were taking the same classes as me, so I quickly became friends with my new classmates/bodyguards. I stayed over at the Frat house last night. Chase wanted us to go out, but I had some reading to finish before classes started back up, so I agreed to stay over at his place and order food instead. I'd stayed over a few times, so I’d brought some clothes over. That way I didn't have to keep running

After my accident, everyone tried to convince me that I'd hallucinated seeing Jesse. They insisted that they'd had a traditional werewolf funeral for him, and that me thinking that I'd seen him that day was because of the knock to my head when the car hit me. And even though common sense and logic told me they were all right, in my heart, I still held hope that he was alive. I'd started up classes again and decided against joining the cheerleading team despite the insistence of most of my Sorority sisters. Instead, I focused on track and took up my old ritual of an early morning run. This morning I was up at four forty-five, had a protein shake, and left by five. Chase didn't like me going for a run alone and kept going on about Alphas, Sires and, kings. Blah, blah, blah. He would send different guys out with me each morning to run behind me, or Arabella would come with me, but today I left an hour early so that I could get some peace. I needed to clear my he

“Fiancé? What the hell is he talking about, Bell?" I screamed over the crowd of cheering people. And when I looked back at Chase, his eyes were searing into me. It didn’t deter me. My gaze burned right into his, confusion warring with sadness contorting the features on my face. His shoulders fell and his head dropped as he stepped forward, moving toward me. The crowd was too thick, though, and besides that, Arabella had already started dragging me away, weaving through the mass of people and moving into the kitchen. She took me out the back door and pushed me towards her car. When we were close, I yanked my arm from her grip while she struggled to find her keys in her purse. "You can't drive, Bell! You've been drinking!""No, no, it's fine. I haven't had that many," she replied with her head still in her purse. A huge smile spread across her face when she pulled her keys out, dangling them in the air in triumph. I shook my head at her. "I'm