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“When I asked her what was going on, she said she had left the pack without clearance because she wasn’t in her right mind after you rejected her. I think you should be lenient with her… she’s been in love with you for a while, give her time to move on–” “Are you serious right now, Dad?” I questioned, my jaw clenching. I felt like I was going to explode from the anger rippling through me. “Brooke is a traitor. She brought someone into the pack yesterday, and that person was watching my mate in the forest like a fucking creep. I haven’t confirmed this with her yet, but she gave the warriors at the border alcohol, which made them drunk. Why the hell would she do that unless she wanted them to

I grabbed the camera Stephen had gotten me before he left for Florida and stormed into his room without knowing. A thousand squeals rang out but I ignored them but I ignored them. I held up my phone pretending to record them. “Smile for the camera.” The girls scrambled for their clothes and shoes and fled. I smiled for the first time that week. Victory was mine. “What the hell do you think you're doing!” Nathan barked. “Avoiding another neighbour to sue us for noise pollution. That's what.” I shot him a glare. “Ugh! You scared them off.” He leaned back on the bed.

Please. 'Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?'

“You keep telling me that your kids are little angels. Look at the squished juice box in my blazer pocket.” Brooke snorted, “You wanted the experience of hanging out with the kids without your staff at your beck and call,” brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as Rhea twirled it like a ballerina. “Uncle Caleb, we’re angels,” she pouted in mock innocence. “When everyone is watching,” she winked. Caleb raised his hand up in defense. “Woah, I have to steer clear of this little one,” he said as Ryan walked around with the sunglasses he had taken from Caleb.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

That she's still awake, still thinking about me the way I can't stop thinking about her. It's not Jules. It's a notification from Instagram—someone tagged me in a video. I shouldn't watch it. Know I shouldn't. I press play anyway. The video is shaky, shot from someone's dorm window. But the audio is crystal clear. "COWARD! You're a coward, Adrian Cross!" Jules' voice, ragged with pain and rage. The video has 347 views already. Comments are rolling in. Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed

“You can tell me anything, babe.” Brooke’s a fucking angel. I’ll bet she’s gonna tell me she swiped a pack of gum once and the guilt has been torturing her since. She draws a breath like she’s pausing for dramatic effect, then blurts out “I almost killed Fallon once.” “What?” I laugh, leaning forward to gaze at her over her over her shoulder. “Siblings fight, Brooke, that’s hardly a deep, dark secret.” She turns to face me, biting her bottom lip. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she says, her expression stoic. “Remember how I told you my wolf’s hard to control?”

“I really want to film you right now and then show you when you’re sober. Your reaction would be hilarious.” Steph gets off the counter and moves a few steps forward to stand in front of Brooke. “I’m ready,” she announces. Brooke furrows her eyebrows in bewilderment. “What are you waiting for? Go ahead.” Steph strikes a pose. “Huh?” “You said you wanted to film me. Start the video, I’m ready.” Brooke throws her head back as she bursts into laughter. “Oh My God! Steph!” Steph narrows her eyes and does a small pout. “You’re not gonna film me? Hmmm, your loss.” She flips her hair over her shoulder dramatically and lowers her head.

“Oh my god, what happened to your arm?” Brooke fidgested where she stood cursing herself for not wearing a long sleeved top. She immediately covered the bruise with another hand, “Nothing, it's fine. So what movies are we talking about? I think I have popcorn with me…” She deflected, hoping the matter would end there. But she was wrong because in the next moment, Beth was standing beside her inspecting the bruises. “You’re not getting out of this, Brooke.” Beth said in a serious tone. “Who grabbed you? Was it Nathan?”