That's Not How It's Done Novels & Stories

Wasn’t that… ***

It's better that way. *************

Luke coughed awkwardly but made no move to withdraw his hand. Mandy looked at Luke affectionately before turning to me with a feigned apology. "Anna, I'm so sorry. Luke and I were just practicing the wedding process. Please don't pay us any mind. I won't bring up how you had me beaten up or how you desecrated my mother's grave, but please don't hurt Luke. True love can't withstand such tests." I did not want to watch her act any longer and turned to leave. "If you're so eager, I'll make sure you're beaten up again tonight and have your mother's grave dug up again!"

I told Sandy once the chaos of the Luna Ceremony was handled and we were alone in the Alpha’s bedroom. Sandy shrugged. “You told me to destroy something she cherished and loved.” “I meant a fucking trinket or doll. Not her fucking cat!” Sandy turned her beautiful face towards me, her perfectly groomed eyebrows raised at the harshness of my tone. “You wanted her to suffer for Colin, remember?” “Yeah, but I’m not sadistic enough to order the murder of an old and defenseless cat. And then have it stuffed!” Sandy walked towards me, her beautiful blue eyes never wavered from my hostile gaze until she was mere inches away.

“So… about earlier.” “Yeah?” “Did it weird you out?” “A little,” I admitted. “But only because it was unexpected.” He nodded slowly. “I just didn’t want you thinking I was some random guy trying to flirt with you.” “You weren’t flirting,” I said immediately. His eyebrows lifted. “I wasn’t?” Oh God. Why did I say that?? “I mean—you were—but like… not in a creepy way…” I buried my face in my hands. “I’m going to shut up now.”

It wasn't supposed to be this way. ‎ ‎

It doesn’t feel right. But I have no proof.

What else do you want? Even now, she believed I was simply throwing a fit—that all I needed was a few sweet words to forgive and forget. When I didn't respond, she thought she was getting through to me and kept going. "Many years of love, and it's all worthless because of one suit? There's nothing between Tyler and me. That wedding wasn't even real!" "Enough!" I snapped, voice hard as stone. "Do you really take me for a fool, Sylvie? Wedding posters printed in advance. A tailored suit—cut perfectly to his measurements. His initials sewn on the cuffs and the chest.

Not now, not ever. ***

Not now. Not like this.