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Muriel never ended up coming to my apartment that night. I wasn’t sure if it was because Gavin was so angry at me that he didn’t trust me, or if it was because it was too late to bring her over. Either way, I was in no mood to talk to anyone, and it was a miracle I managed to fall asleep as quickly as I did.The next morning, Gavin texted me, ‘Muriel will stay at your place tonight. Please let her heal you.’ I didn’t acknowledge the request. Memories of last night—Gavin and Everett both imploring me to get help with my injured lungs—suffused me with anger I couldn’t handle.Most of my day was spent working at a cheap accessory store in Grandbay’s strip mall. I was the Assistant Manager and usually worked four to five days a week, making just enough money to pay for my apartment, but not much else. The job was good enough, but I spent a lot of time surrounded by nattering tween girls and adult women that tried too hard to be cool, and both types of people grated on my nerves after a wh

A day should have been enough time for Aislin to get her injury taken care of. She had plenty of options: going to see a doctor, even going to a hospital if she didn’t want to see Muriel, which would have been the easiest and fastest option. And yet when I woke on Sunday morning, I was discouraged to find that terrible pressure crushing my chest, warning that Aislin still hadn’t gotten herself taken care of.I had to do something about this.A mass text went out to the nineteen members of my pack. ‘Meeting tonight, 6 p.m., my place.’She lingered on my mind all day, as much as I wished I could have thought about anything else. Aislin had set herself on the path of self-destruction and I couldn’t understand why, especially when her pack was already in so much danger. The feelings she inspired were an infuriating mix of confusion, worry, and annoyance, all three of which would have pushed me to reach out under normal circumstances. I could have texted her, but it would have been futile.

Reluctant as I was to tell Gavin, I had to or else it could cost me my life.“Don’t get mad at me,” I began over the phone that afternoon, “but I texted Colt.”The growl of my Alpha shook me to my bones. “You what?”“I texted him,” I said with rising defiance.“Why?” Gavin demanded, then lowered his voice. “Did he answer?”I ignored the first question. “Yeah, he wants to meet up and talk.”“You’d be walking into a death trap,” said Gavin. “What the fuck does he want to talk about?”“I know. Probably his feelings or something,” I said, neglecting to mention that I was the one who asked.“You have to be careful about that, Ais. The more of a bitch you are to him, the more it’s going to motivate him to side with David,” warned Gavin.I wandered around my bedroom, wondering if Muriel could hear the conversation. “I’m not planning to be a bitch. I just want to know how loyal he is to David.”“You think you could figure that out from meeting with him?”“I think I can, yeah.”Gavin ponder

I knew she would show up here. In spite of all the warnings not to, Aislin was perpetually prone to making the stupidest decision possible, so I wasn’t entirely surprised when the spicy-sweet scent of my fated mate drifted in on the breeze.Without waiting for a cry of alarm, I took off first, instructing my packmates to stay behind and wait for my cue. Whatever Aislin intended to discuss with Colt, I knew the outcome couldn’t be good, purely because I knew that Aislin was hardly eloquent enough to keep this a diplomatic mission. Admittedly, I was also counting on Aislin disobeying Gavin, because even if it didn’t put Muriel in my grasp, at least it gave me the chance to take Aislin and get her injury dealt with.Now she ran alongside me—or stumbled, rather, as we plowed through the undergrowth of the forest toward freedom, snapping twigs and rustling leaves as we went. My neck hurt at the angle I ran, trying to keep hold of Aislin so she didn’t slip free and get left behind. The drag

Being trapped in Everett’s house was worse than death. I would have rather been slaughtered by the Inkscales than held hostage by the fated mate who didn’t want me.The moment of closeness we shared in his bathroom was unreal, and I’d never admit it, but my body ached to feel him… to silence my mind and let our urges take over. My ego never would have recovered if that happened. I couldn’t justify giving in to his dominating presence when he’d already rejected me, especially when all he seemed to want me for was the physicality. It made me realize just how tender my heart had become when I thought about what I truly wanted from Everett, and why I was so angry at him.Everett had never been interested in me on an emotional level, and I was wrought with emotions I wasn’t strong enough to tame. He’d never cared about my dreams or how I was feeling, just what was most advantageous for him, like the sexual magnetism of our fated bond, or forcing me to heal my wounds. It alienated me. I fel