(Harper’s POV)“Her dad found out we were fated mates and told her to reject me,” he said,“Did she?” I asked. I knew that Louise wasn’t a fan of the whole fated mate thing, but I thought that she liked Tommy. He shook his head and looked back at the table.“No, but she was told to stay away and the next I heard it was announced that she and Damien were to be mated,” he looked up at me, his eyes shiny with unshed tears “I tried to get to see her but was blocked at every point. It wasn’t until Greg Henderson managed to get a message to me telling me that Louise was under strict twenty-four seven protection,” Alex scoffed at that.“More like imprisonment,” and Tommy glanced at him before looking

(Colton’s POV) I leaned against the wall behind the Alpha’s desk, watching Harper. She was sitting on one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. She looked like Harper, my Harper. The sweet and innocent Harper who I had known all that time ago. Her appearance, her hair, her stunning slender frame, and those grey eyes that felt like they pierced my soul. All the same, but the subtle differences, the clothes she wore, the way she held herself and the smirk that she was throwing my way right now, were all indications that my Harper had long since gone. I was a fool to reject her in the first place. If I had just listened to my wolf Canyon, then maybe things would have turned out differently. We would have been mated with pups of our own. I wouldn’t have this big gaping hole inside me that no amount of sex or whisky could fill. I had known there was something different about her since just after my 18th birthday; I had seen her at school, and

(Harper’s POV) “Nathaniel, I swear to the goddess if you phone me back right now I am going to…” I didn’t know what I was going to do. But I did know one thing, I was getting the hell out of this place right now. I was almost home after running out of the meeting. I had phoned Nathaniel five times and Aaron three times. Why wasn’t anyone picking up their damn phones? I got to the house and ran upstairs to where my suitcase was stored. I pulled it out of the closet and opened it up on the floor. I then went into the bathroom to collect my cosmetics I had used this morning.  I was just collecting them when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Aaron. I pressed to accept the call. “Aaron, thank the goddess!” I exclaimed. “Harper!” he called down the phone. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t do this, I can’t, I have to get out of here, please come and get me,” I was close to a panic attack, the first real one in y

(Harper’s POV)Owens continued to trap me with his eyes for a few moments longer before he broke the contact. He glanced at Katie behind the bar, and she shrank back in fear. “Bar is closed for the night Miss Harsen, go home” Katie glanced at me and then back to Owens before bowing her head. Owens was already back looking at me.“Yes Alpha,” she whispered, and she disappeared into a room behind the bar and came back out with her bag and jacket. She headed round the bar towards the exit and then back to Owens, looking petrified.“Erm… well…” she hesitated while Owens didn’t even acknowledge her, “I was just wondering if I would still get paid for my shift, but if not then that’s ok too. Oh, I’m sorry it doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have said anything” I grimaced as she was getting more flustered the longer she spoke. Yet Owens still

(Harper’s POV)“I can’t!” I said, shaking my head as I backed away from Elias. He stood up from the bed and I held my hand out to stop him from coming closer. “Harper, please,” he pleaded. “I don’t understand,” “You were going to mark me,” I cried. “I mean come on, it’s been less than twelve hours and you think you can lay claim on me just like that” Elias looked shocked and then horrified. He stepped forward, and I shook my head. “Harper, please listen to me,” he held his hands out, as if he was trying to talk me off a cliff edge or something, “I swear, I had no intention to mark you. I wouldn’t, not without your consent,” “Well, don’t expect that, ever!” I spat. I could feel tears burning my eyes. I knew I was overreacting, but I couldn’t seem to get a grasp on mys