Peter Hayes Divergent Novels & Stories

“Oh, we understand. You’re whipped.” I didn’t even argue because, yeah, maybe I was. Skylar Hayes had been a quiet storm in my life since likeforever. The kind that sneaks up on you, rearranges everything, and leaves you wondering how you ever breathed before her. Tonight wasn’t just a date. It was a restart button on everything I’d ever wanted but never had the guts to reach for. “Yo, we’re serious though,” Peter said, sitting upright now. “You good?”

I was tired of staying in such a small space with Darius. I needed to get far away from him even though he was my captor, we had agreed he would stay away from me –right now I could hold onto his words. "We are here," Peter said and I heard the relief in his voice. Poor guy must be exhausted working for an alpha like Darius. "Where is here?" I asked, trying to get my mind away from Darius. Peter hesitated for a second and I saw his eyes go to Darius asking for approval.

"Kayla, focus on recovering. I've hired a nurse to take care of you." With that, he turned to leave. But Kayla's sobs followed him. She bit her lip, hesitating before her voice dropped to a whisper. "Grayson, it's true, I'm divorced. Peter was horrible to me… He was always saying I could never measure up to Lydia. You're all I have left. Won't you stay with me?" Grayson stopped in his tracks. He turned back slowly, his look one of pure disgust. "I knew Peter was a bad man. But to hurt his own wife—eight months pregnant—what kind of monster does that?"