Teagan's Point of View"Do you think this looks a bit too casual?" I asked, twirling around in the off-shoulder dress I had chosen.The floral pattern was light. Airy and whimsical compared to what I normally wore when I went to see Jonah. But I wanted to portray an image. One that screamed I was drunk on love and there was no hiding from it.Harland lifted a brow at me. "Why do you care so much about it? You're only going to see him for work. And technically you are the boss when it comes to the mine." He explained but I only rolled my eyes at him.He was skirting the question, which meant this wasn't the right outfit for me. Maybe on a beach day, it would have been nice. Not as work wear, even if it was just a simple meeting with Jonah.Our first real attempt at fooling him about where Bellamy and I stood within our relationship.Not that either of us truly knew where we stood with each other. It was a guessing game at the moment.When he first brought me to Pop’s ranch, I saw somet

Teagan’s Point of ViewBellamy tightened his hand in mind. Squeezed with a lot more pressure than he had ever used on me.But that handsome face of his remained impassive. Assessed his father with a cold look that would make anyone feel smaller. Even an Alpha.Jonah shrugged it off. Or shrugged off my comment.“See it as an early mating gift. I assume from your clenched hands that you are well on your way to being mated.” He said with a raised brow. As if to urge us along.“That, father, is something we are still in the midst of discussing. As we all know, I want a grand wedding, in the spring preferably, whilst Teagan is more than happy to elope at any given moment.” The words came out so smoothly. The lie spun together beautifully.It made me look at him for a second. Saw exactly who he had to be in order to survive his father. And I liked none of it.But that was the bargain I had made when I had agreed to do this. To fool his father into believing Bellamy was my one and only.It s

Teagan’s Point of ViewWe drifted far out into the desert. Passed the last signs of life more than thirty minutes ago. Still, we carried on driving. Silent.Neither of us had it in us to speak right then. To clear some of the air.He was taking me to see his mom.The first woman that had fallen victim to Jonah’s rage. In his quest to make sure all women remained beneath men, he had slain the only woman who had stood beside one. Not beneath or above. Just beside.It had cost her her life, in the end. Forced her two sons to grow up with a monster for a parent.Another stretch of road passed beneath us.When he had asked if I would be alright with it, every emotion in my chest balked. Shied away from this opportunity to get to know him better. Figure out who he truly was beneath all the lying a scheming.I had quelled the voices, though. They weren’t necessary. Just tried to warn me not to get close to someone who might bite. But Bellamy wouldn’t bite. Something else, something small, in

Teagan’s Point of ViewHarland was on edge. And I was sure, despite claiming it was because of Ulrich, he wanted us home. Wanted me in his sight.Well away from Bellamy.Maybe I was wrong for thinking like that. Maybe I was wrong for getting angry because of it. But I couldn’t help the thought crossing my mind.My mate was jealous. Even when he had assured me he would dampen it. Tried to sort through his shit. Yet he couldn’t go home now to talk to his therapist. Actually work through all of the bullshit in his head.What had I expected from him, though? For years now, it had just been the two of us. Happy and in love with no one to protest it. We had learned to count on each other and only each other.Now I had two other mates and he felt betrayed. Or sidelined. Even abandoned.“What do you mean he wants his boss to come here?” I asked, letting go of Bellamy’s arm.Harland sent me a stare that could have put me seven feet under. I remained neutral. Assessed him. After this problem wa

Teagan’s Point of ViewI should have drowned my feelings. Swept them under the rug and ran in the opposite direction. Played stupid when I found Bellamy. Or Ulrich.Acted like nothing was between us and that they were just grasping at straws. If I had done that, then I wouldn’t be in the mess I was right now. Wouldn’t be breaking on the inside.I was selfish. Wrong and utterly selfish. My mother had always told me I wanted more than I could have. Even as a child, I wanted everything and gave nothing in return.Especially with Harland.What had I truly given him? A life without his family. Being shunned from almost everyone around us because I was his mate. His sister. All of it landed on my shoulders.And I hated myself so much for it. If I hadn’t wanted more, then I would have been happy where I was. Goddess be damned. She was wrong. I didn’t need two other mates. He was enough.Harland had always been enough.This wasn’t his fault. It was mine.Fuck.He was angry. Angry. Angry! At