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“It’s more…” That was the moment the pressure became too much and the cracks in my heart couldn’t take it anymore. I shattered into a thousand pieces. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to bury myself in my bed and never get up again. Brent reached for me with sad eyes, but I stepped back again. This time I turned and ran back to the dorms. Hopefully everyone will be out since it’s the middle of the day on Sunday. I didn’t really want to be seen like this. Everything I thought I knew about Brent and our relationship; I was now viewing through a different lens. He had slept around before we dated. How did I not know that? He cheated on me with Amanda. I should have been more suspicious of her from the start. I should have paid closer attention to how Brent responded to her. I’m sure there were signs and hints that I missed. I wonder how many people knew these things about him that I didn’t. Did they all assume that I just didn’t care, or were you they laughing
The next day I woke up early and was feeling pretty good about getting back to training. I didn’t know what Brent was going to decide, but I was ready to face the day. Until I walked into the gym and saw Brent. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with emotions again, and my feet carried me straight to Brent without my permission. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. For the umpteenth time I felt my heart drop. Had he already decided what he was going to do?“Hi,” I say softly while looking down at our feet. Brent curls his index finger under my chin and lifts my face, so our eyes meet. I’m looking into the same soft turquoise eyes that hold all the love and affection I’ve gotten used to seeing, but there was something else there. He looked indecisive and tormented, but I wasn’t ready to give up. Brent opened his mouth to respond, but then he paused and looked over my shoulder. He quickly pulled his hand away from me and took a step back, putting distance between us. I tur
The drive back to the training complex took longer than I would have liked. While Trevor was resting his hand on my thigh and rubbing his thumb up and down, I had a few minutes for my shifter healing to start working through the alcohol I had consumed. By the time we arrived, my buzz was significantly less, and the fog from my lust was wearing down slightly. My confidence wavered and I started thinking of a way to back out of this without completely embarrassing myself or offending Trevor. It’s not his fault that I said yes and then had doubts. We pulled in close to the building where the guys bunk and my heart started racing. I hadn’t come up with a good enough excuse yet and I’m running out of time. While I sat there in a panic, Trevor came around and opened the door for me. He was being such a gentleman. Taking his hand as I climbed out of the car, our eyes suddenly locked. As soon as I was standing, he wrapped both arms around my waist and pulled me in close. “Don’t be n
Since Trevor and I hadn’t really talked much before and never ran in the same crowds, I didn’t have his phone number. I saw him plenty during the week at trainings and around the complex, but I wasn’t sure where to find him over the weekends. I knew I could have used the mind-link to reach out but dropping in on him like that just felt wrong considering the circumstances and the nature of the conversation I wanted to have. I thought it was important to have this conversation in person, and I didn’t want to come across as desperate either. I did my best to remain patient in hopes of running into him casually, but it was Sunday night now, and I hadn’t seen him since I left his room on Saturday morning. Maybe he went home to see his family for a day or two. If that’s the case, he should be back already, or headed back soon. Everywhere I went, I felt like people were staring at me and whispering about the rumors that were circulating. I’d heard a few of them. One said that Brent w
*Back to Present Day*(A week after the prologue) After more than a year of carefully cultivating my reputation, I was happy with where I landed. The men in the pack respected me and treated me well. They knew that if they wanted to use my services, they needed to follow my rules and expectations. As much as I wanted to help men who were struggling or in a bad place, I did not tolerate disrespect. There were a few men I had to put on my blacklist, but the others quickly learned from their mistakes and helped to spread the word on how to stay on my good side. The women in the pack were a different story. They didn’t like me or trust me. I often caught them whispering to each other when I was around, but it was easy enough for me to ignore them. People can be ignorant and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s not worth my time and effort to try and change their minds. They knew that I didn’t sleep with mated wolves, but they still looked at me like I was trying to take their
Broken Warriors?!?! Is that what she thinks of all these men? Men like my father? That they are broken. I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything and I can taste the coppery tang of my own blood. I can’t believe Jill just said that, especially to me. I made it clear and explained to her in great detail from the beginning how I witnessed the way it helped my father to cope, and I knew that it could help other warriors as well. I always knew she disagreed with my choices, but I thought she at least understood them. If I didn’t have another purpose in the pack, maybe this is what I was made for. I’ve already been hurt enough that I’ve learned how to keep my emotions out of it, and I’ve seen the way it has helped so many warriors clear their heads and move forward with their lives. Yes, there was the occasional jerk that couldn't be helped by what I offered, but most of the men I serviced showed vast improvement after a night with me. All through dinner I was stewing over Ji
Jill wasn’t kidding when she said the dress she designed was perfect for me. She created the most stunning gown I’ve ever seen in my life and when I tried it on, it fit me like a glove, as if she’d had me there for fittings every step of the way. She’s too good to me, and I don’t deserve a friend like her. My dress was a glittery gold fabric that sparkled like diamonds. It had a sweetheart neckline with a swath of fabric that draped over my right shoulder. The fabric disappeared behind a small gold belt at the waist, and there was a high slit that went to the top of my left thigh. The hem line hit the floor perfectly in the front, and began to pool around the sides, and became a train in the back. The night of the Blue Moon Ball had arrived, and Jill and I agreed to face it together. She was starting to feel disheartened because she had attended every ball since she turned 18, and she still hadn’t found her mate. I, on the other hand, was terrified because I had never attended
“Mate.” It was the most sensual sound I had ever heard, and the desire was evident in his voice. I hadn’t even seen his face yet, and I was already falling hard for this man, but I was terrified to turn around. What if this was an elaborate ruse to set me up for humiliation? What if he takes one look at me and is disgusted, or worse, he has already chosen a mate and plans to reject me. Images of Brent flash in my mind. That’s exactly what we planned to do. I’ve barely begun to experience the mate bond, and I can already understand why it was so hard for Brent to resist. As much as I dislike Heidi, suddenly I feel like I can empathize with her as I imagine my mate rejecting me for another. The thought sends a sharp pain to my chest, and I stumble forward, but large warm hands reach out to steady me. My skin exploded with pleasurable tingles that made my lower abdomen tighten. This is obviously not a joke or a trick. You can’t fake the effects of the mate bond. He doesn’t sa