CHAPTER 37JulieThis was different.I did not know what to say, nor did I know what to do. The look on Donald’s face was enough to make me feel like all my worries are for naught. But it was not that easy for me to let go of everything.For example, why this?Why would he end up sending everyone out so that the two of us could simply spend time together? it was hard for me to just ignore how romantic and touching this action of his was.As I gazed into his hazel eyes that made my heart beat even faster, I had to end up conceding to him, at least with this. Just temporarily.“Alright,” i finally said to him.His smile that came as a result of my agreeing was enough to convince me that I was making the right decision.“We can have a moment to ourselves, and enjoy things as they come, alright? Let's spend time together,” I finished, and as I said that, he pulled me closer, bending his head so that his lips were just inches from mine.“Thank you,” he said in a low whisper that took my br
DonaldI could not help but let out a chuckle on the look on her face. She was so pouty and adorable in many ways. I had to laugh out loud even harder as she tried to give me a serious glare. With the way she had a stain on her T-shirt and the state of the burnt food, it was easy to see that her glare would not work well on me at all.The smell of burnt food was still rife in the kitchen, even as she had clearly opened the windows to try and reduce the smell.“It’s fine,” i managed to say after i finished laughing. I saw how glossy her eyes now became, and I felt bad for laughing, despite it being funny.“No it isn’t,” she all but wailed at me. “I cannot cook.”“It’s fine, love,” I insisted.She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.I then quickly assessed the situation and decided on a plan of action.“Okay. Go and chnge your shirt, and come back to meet me,” I said as i put on an apron.I heard her huff once more, and her footsteps receded from the kitchen.While she was away, I
JULIEI felt waves of shame run through me as he shut the door. Myhands went to my hair, gripping it as I groaned in frustration. I knew I was right about stopping him from kissing me, no matter how much I wanted him to do so. I shook my head, and began to pace the room once more, frustrated and filled with regret beyond measure.Why couldn't he understand? He was already walking on thinice from stopping the execution of my pack. It was obvious that not all of them supported him and I had a feeling that they were plotting to dethrone him from his alpha position. Forget how he plotted to hide me, if anything ever led to him revealing me - Julie Scarborough, a wanted rogue and leader of the Rogue pack they captured - as his mate will be the exact opportunity to use against him. And even if by some miracle they managed to accept me, it definitely didn’t mean that they’ll accept the rest of my pack. Yet even when I knew all this, why did I still feel so damn guilty about it? I recalle
CHAPTER 40JulieI watched in silence as he stormed out of his room, and the sound of the door slamming shut made me stand up and snarl at the air. I was upset at everyone and everything, and I picked up a vase and threw it at the door, watching it shatter to pieces.How could he be like that?I began to pace around the room, much like before when we were talking, or rather, arguing, and I ended up rea=calling memories of jst seconds ago, and how the argument was.How could he have said those things?Rogues are dangerous criminals?RoguesI was a damn Rogue, and it seemed he could not see the hypocrisy of what he was saying.How could it be that I was not dangerous to him, but other Rogues were? Did he forget who I was? Did he suddenly forget what I had done to earn my name?There was a reason that packs wanted to see me killed.I felt like I wanted to find him, stop him, and scream in his face.I hated it.I hated it so much.I hated it and I could not do anything but stay here and s
CHAPTER 41DonaldI was weary from everything. The day ahd been like a battle, from one thing to another. And it was all because of her.After I left Julie that morning, I hadbeen on my way to the chief guard’s station, which was on the outer part of the Pack compound. During the walk there, i was deep in thought, with the argument i just had with Julie that morning on my mind. It was hard not to think about it, seeing as it put a ltot of things into perspective for me, and - i’m guessing - herself as well.It was hard to admit, but I did know that I had said some words that could be classified as inflammatory to her, especially due to her status as a well-known Rogue. But was she right?I had told her that Rogues were dangerous, and of that i was certain. Rogues were an anomaly. They were chaotic and only sought destruction of the order in which we lived our lives as a Pack. to think tht Julie had argued that not everyone had the choice on whether to be or not to be a Rogue, was ludi
DonaldI was confused by her words, and wondered if this was about the Rogue Pack, or the argument we had this morning.“Julie, love,” I began to speak, and she turned her face from me once more, as if trying to shake off my words, “I have no idea what the problem is.”She scoffed, and looked vaguely insulted at that.“Really,” she said, crossing her arms. “You don't remember leaving to attack the Rogue Pack after I begged you not to?”So this was what her behavior was about. I sighed, feeling even more weary than before.“Is that the problem? You don't even give me a moment to explain what actually happened and you instead start off ignoring me?” I queried, feeling frustrated at her behavior. “That is not right, Julie. Do give me the benefit of the doubt and let me explain what happened this morning.”I was hoping to defuse the situation, and get us both to talk about it. But she was set on being argumentative, it seemed.“Why should i?” She bit back, and I cocked a brow at her. “You
She did not respond, only shaking her head again. Meanwhile, I was trying to still think of a way to defuse this clearly tense situation between us.“Do you want to eat first, then talk later?” I tried asking, motioning to the now-slowly cooling plates of food. “Let us sit and talk about this all later,” I insisted.“Are you saying that I need to calm down, Donald?” she did not back down, and it was becoming increasingly hard for me to calm down. “Is that what you’re saying?”I sighed again, bringing my hand to pinch my nose in a furious attempt to stave off my desire to argue back. The silence that ensued after her query was rife with tension, and soon after the moment passed with Julie huffing and storming past me.“And where are you going?” I demanded.She opened the door, biting out, “To get some actual rest, Donald,” before storming out, slamming the door loudly in her wake.I grit my teeth, clenching my hands into fists and punching the wall right next to me.…The next morning
DONALDI entered the room, and noticed that she was sitting down in a meditative pose. As soon as I entered, I noticed how her nose twitched. Her eyes opened and she saw me, and I could tell how the metaphorical shutters in her eyes closed shut, a terrible sign for the moments to come. She clearly did not want to talk.But we did need to.“Good morning, love,” I said as I set the tray on the table, and watched as she got up. I briefly admired the way her jens clung to her curves, but then reminded myself of why I was here in the first place. “I think that we should talk this morning.”“About?” she asked, looking a bit dismissive.“What happened last night,” I clarified, crossing my arms over my chest. She frowned, then finally sighed, turning to me. I could see by the way her eyes looked tired that she had not slept well last night either. “Julie, what is the problem? Tell me, so that we can figure out a way from there.”“There’s nothing to tell, Donald. Just that I have thought about