Semua Bab The Beta’s Choice (Book 2 of The Luna’s Choice): Bab 31 - Bab 40

Collins It had been two weeks. Two weeks since I’d gotten back to school. Two weeks since I’d been at home. Two weeks since the fight with Alan. And two weeks since I’d last spoken to him. He hadn’t tried to get in touch with me, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to reach out to him first. I felt like a failure. A complete and utter failure of a wolf. I couldn’t even make things work with my own mate. I felt broken.. I was broken. Maybe this was all my fault and I just couldn’t see it. Maybe what Garrett did to me ruined me for anyone else. I went through the motions. Classes, dance, work, homework, eat, sleep. Jenny was worried. I had told her as much as I could without giving anything away. She was constantly trying to cheer me up and bring me out of my funk. She was spending less time with Rand to hang out with me. I felt bad about it… but I didn’t argue. Because for some reason Rand rubbed me the wrong way. Well there was a reason. Because he reminded me so m

Collins We all stood there staring at each other for so long not speaking it was beginning to be awkward. I peeked over at Jenny who was practically salivating at Remington. Which I couldn’t blame her. He was beautiful. He had a ruggedness about him that screamed sex. He reminded me of someone who would be the star in one of those old timey barbarian movies. He had picked up that Rachel and I were both wolves… but he kept going back to Jenny. He could surely scent that she wasn’t. She didn’t have the masking ability that some humans possess. We didn’t know why some had that… they weren’t even aware of it of course. Maybe he wondered if she knew about us. He looked over at me again.. a minuscule quirk of an eyebrow. I shot back a curt shake of my head. And he gave me a small nod. Funny, we had an entire conversation in those five seconds. Still… something was up between him and Jenny. His eyes kept drifting back to her but then he would frown. Maybe he recognized her from when

Collins The weeks were flying by. I was losing count of the days. I stayed so busy I barely had time to feel sad about my situation with Alan. Barely.. but it was still there. It crept up on me at night. After Jenny said goodnight and cut off the light.. and I was stuck alone with just my thoughts for company… all the heartache seeped back in. I tried to prepare for it… lavishing myself before bed at night with comfort things… bubble baths, soothing music… calming tea. It didn’t work. Then I’d have the nightmares. Strangely enough, I wasn’t dreaming about Garrett near as much. But now I was plagued with horrible dreams about my mate every night. It seems that this particular sadness took precedence in my brain. But during the day I could just about squeeze him out of my head long enough to make it through classes, dance practice, and then work. Jenny always entertained me once I got home by spending time with me. Ever since Rachel had visited she had been seeing less and less o

Collins I stood there completely delirious and stared at him with my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t get my brain wrapped around the fact that he was actually here. “How do you know my name?” This is what came out of my mouth finally. He sniggered a little. “I asked around…” he said. “How come I can never find you?” I said next. Goddess. I needed some sort of filter. He smiled but didn’t answer. “How about we go somewhere and talk?” He said. I frowned at this. I didn’t know him. Even if he was the only werewolf here… and I was excited to find one.. he was still a male. And I had been burned too bad to go somewhere alone with him. “Like where?” I asked. “Somewhere that everyone isn’t listening.” He looked around. And sure enough it seemed like people were staring at us. No idea why…. We were just two people talking as far as they knew. “I’m not going anywhere alone with you.” I told him bluntly. He stood from where he was propping on the wall and walked past me, expecti

Alan I’d been in a bad mood for days… weeks… Ever since my talk with Emily I had felt even worse. I felt like I’d somehow let her down. And that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. “Oh Alan…” she had said. “Do you really feel that way? Or is this because of Ingrid? I know she reminds you of Charlotte. But she’s not her… and Collins is your mate. She’s here, alive… she’s real. Don’t throw that away.” “And besides I call bullshit.” She had said. “Bullshit on what?” I asked. “On you not knowing if you are right for each other. You forget I saw the two of you for weeks before she left. Y’all are perfect for each other. It’s so obvious to everyone except you. But you can’t tell me you don’t see that at least a little bit.” She said. I got it. I did. I understood what she was saying. I understood what Brian and Maeve had both said. I knew it was wrong to have these feelings. But none of that took away from the fact that I WAS having them. So here I was. Stuck. And pissed.