Donald I was turning to concentrate on the numerous papers and files on my desk when someone knocked. The first thing in my mind was to shout and order the person to leave, as I didn't want to be dustrubed by yet another meeting. But, I calmed myself and told whoever it was to come inside. It turned out to be a guard who only wanted to inform me that the Pack doctor had arrived. My breath hitched in my throat at that moment, and I quickly dismissed him with an order to tell her I was on my way. I still couldn't believer I had actually done this: calling the pack doctor because of Julie. This singular act could sabotage my rule in the pack, yet I went through with it. I blamed Geraldine and her manner of approach, the woman had always known how to get my weak spots. Even before the doctor arrived, she had come back to my office to inf

JULIE Now, I wondered if there would be any chance for reconciliation. Just as I was about to touch his hands and apologize for everything I had said, Donald cleared his throat and moved away from me. He ran his hands through his hair and began to pace along the length of the room, stopping once to stare at me before continuing his walk.   It was distracting, and I knew he wouldn't be doing that unless he was feeling worried about something. I frowned slightly as he continued to move up and down, and after a moment of looking at him, I became queasy and held out a hand. "Donald, what's wrong? Why are you pacing back and forth? Is there a problem?" What he was doing was making me feel dizzy, but I didn't want to worry him further.   Finally, he stopped and looked at me. There was a disturbing look in his eyes, and before he op

 DonaldIt was very obvious to myself and Ray that I didn't buy the idea of getting married to Aurelia. First, it was too sudden and secondly, I wasn't sure I still wanted to do it. Even though I had made a lot of mistakes in the past, getting married to the wrong person was not one I wanted to make. It would eventually spell bad luck for me, and getting out of a marriage was always easier than getting into one.However, there was no other option in my mind and my beta was aware of that. He focused his full attention on me as I sat thinking about it. If I didn't find a way to distract the pack elders, they would come for me and I wasn't so sure I could bear killing the rogues. No matter how much I denied, I couldn't decide between the fate of my mate's friends or my position in the pack.It made me feel foolish, but at the same time, I knew that was how the mate bond worked. It made people do crazy things, and here I was, contemplating a very risky

 DonaldI sighed and leaned back in my chair, slowly counting to ten as I stared at the workload at the top of my desk. The papers had significantly reduced, but there was still work to be done and I had resigned myself to staying in the office till everything was completed. I needed to finish this, do I could concentrate on the task on hand: getting married to Aurelia.Even hours after the pack elders and I had decided to do it first, it still seemed wrong to me. It felt like I was selling my freedom and sanity to those men over a couple of rogues that I cared nothing about. As I closed my eyes, I began to wonder how nice it could be if my mate was not a rogue, but just a regular girl. We could be living happily right now, and..."Donald? Your ten second break is over. Get back to work," I suddenly heard my beta say, and when I reluctantly opened my eyes, he was standing beside me with a frown on his face. I shook my head and muttered a thanks, as

Donald I stormed out of Julie's room with blood boiling in my veins and my head throbbing. I didn't know what else to do about the issues between my mate and I. While I was happy that she was soon going to be an official member of the pack, I couldn't help the pain that engulfed my bodyband heart. It was still hard to believe that Julie came into my house with another man's pup and she pretended to love me. I couldn't help but wonder if she was actually playing with my feelings. I was in so much pain, and in the middle of the hallway, I fisted my hands and punched the wall. It made a loud sound, but it wasn't hard enough to inflict any pain in me. Even if it did, it couldn't be compared to the internal pain I was feeling. Once again, Julie had dashed my hopes as I had believed she would tell me that the child was mine and she was just angry that day. I didn't expect her to stick to the claims that the child wasn't mine. I was torn between leaving her alone and taking her out of the