DONALDI stormed out of Julie's room with my blood boiling and my hands curled into fists. She always found a way to annoy me and I felt like punching my arm through the wall. I couldn't believe she was still begging for the lives of the rogues when she certainly knew what needed to be done. It was bad enough that I rescued her and was hiding her in my pack house, let alone rescuing the others as well.In my opinion, she should be grateful for the opportunity I was giving her. I knew that most Alphas would have risked it and killed her along, not minding that she was their mate. Yet, here I was protecting her from the people who wanted her head and putting my own reputation on the line. I didn't want to think about what would happen if the elders and other Alphas knew that the rogue leader they fought so hard to look for was actually still in the pack and under my protection.On the other hand, I was also scared of her reaction. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get the thought o

Donald The way murmurs started around me nearly made me tell the executioner to continue on. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, curious and annoyed by my hesitance again. People were talking so much, and I could feel the Alphas tapping me, demanding to know the issue. In the pressure, I closed my eyes and murmured a prayer to the goddess. Ever since the issue with the rogues started, I have been praying more often. I had no idea whether that was her plan all along, to drag me closer to her. At this point, however, I had no other choice. With the way some of my pack members were murmuring and the others breathing heavily, I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to lynch me and put me up for execution instead. That thought brought a chill to my bones and I opened my eyes, finally raising my head to the people who had gone silent around me. I looked into their faces, squinting at their eyes which showed varying degrees of fear, tension and annoyance. I was tempted to look at the rogue

Chapter Twenty-fourJulieI saw the look of shock on his face when he turned and saw me standing behind him. Donald was a good guy, and it was obvious that he was wearing his heart on his sleeves. Unlike me, I was used to hiding my true feelings and only fighting to stay alive.I held out a hand to him, and he took it, allowing me to lead him back towards the bed. Even though I had no idea what to respond to his confession with, I still wanted him to stay. His act of kindness to me was still surprising, and I suddenly began to wish there was a way to pay him back.When we reached the bed, he pulled his hands away and sat in the same chair as before, while I resumed my position on the bed and started at him. I had to admit that my mate was quite good-looking and the charming definition of a mate, but I didn't have it in me to start a relationship. Not yet, at least.My face must have looked like I was distressed because Donald sat forward after a few seconds and waved his palm over my

Chapter Twenty-sixJULIEI woke up the next morning with a start and gasped in shock. I quickly sat up and darted my eyes around the room, touching myself for any marks or bruises but found none. I felt a bead of sweat drop from my forehead onto the front of my top and instinctively, I touched the bedsheet. It was deeply soaked.I sighed and shook my head, thankful that it was a dream. However, I could still see how Sharon and I were being chased by an unknown figure and how we ran through the trees, eventually falling through a pit which was when my eyes opened. I shuddered at the image and shut my eyes, trying to push it to the back of my mind.I groaned and stood up from the bed, holding my head as I tried to recall what happened the previous day. I reached the bathroom and quickly freshened up, the exciting events flashing through my face and I broke into a grin as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The rogues were safe and the anger I carried in my heart for Donald had decr

DonaldThose words which she spoke were like a shock to my system,and my eyes were wide in surprise. I sharply exhaled a breath, trying to holdmyself back from growling at her in anxiousness or in astonishment.I felt the weight of her words settle on me like a burden I hadto take responsibility for. What else could I do when I was looking at her,clutching my arm like that?My mind was set on leaving her alone. Ever since she broughtup my mother in our conversation in the morning, my mood had been on thedownswing. I was remembering things I had buried deep inside me for a longtime. I was sure everyone around me noticed, but perhaps attributed it to allthe pressures of being an Alpha, or to the fact that Ray, my best friend, Betaand confidant, was still out of commission even some days later.I had no idea that the pain I felt at my mother’s death wasstill so unhealed that a word from Julie brought it all back again. She had noidea what she had done to me by asking about her