Deshae Frost Novels & Stories

“Aiden was alone, he was an orphan who just roamed around, he didn’t have anyone searching for him, no family or friends that would get him in trouble. He set his house on fire with him inside, and even worse, he forced me to watch every second of it. He forced me to watch my peace burn in front of me before he beat me to death that night. He challenged me to tell you, he told me that he was going to make sure that I regretted it when he told you, and…” I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly and she fisted my shirt, burying her head in my shirt. “I swear, the last thing that I wanted was to disgrace you, Dean. I needed an escape and I found myself being alone…” “Shh,” I whispered,

She twisted her fingers violently into the bedsheets, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached. The Midway had been an absolute disaster. She had walked into that market intending to assert her dominance, to elegantly tear down the Frost pack's fragile little princess. Instead, she had been publicly humiliated. Pinned to a wooden post like a disobedient pup and forced to bow her head in the dirt. Reagan Frost was completely off the table. Julia couldn't manipulate her.