Anger takes over me. I lunge at Laura and tackle her to the ground. I shove her once then twice then dig my hand into her hair. I pull strong enough that I rip a chunk of the fake blonde out and then go back to trying to pummel her to bits. Laura gets the leg up on me and rolls me onto my back so
Beau finds me quickly after my scuffle with Laura. He claps me on the back and tells me good job for fucking her up. Mia squeals in response. I laugh as I tell Beau to stop swearing around Mia but accept the compliment all the same. He asks if I want to dance and I consider for a second before decli
The car speeds off into the distance. I can almost hear the laughter coming out of it. I look down at the brambles around me. My dress is tattered. The once endless midnight blue now looks like shards of stained glass surrounding my legs. My one heel has completely popped off rendering it unusable.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Honestly. We – I got carried away. You’re a member of the Court. We should respect you more.” I have no idea what the fucking Court has to do with this. I didn’t think the Court changed much besides the back of my hands. But these boys and their weird rich people customs are
Without even bothering to turn the light on, I race down the hall. Archer’s room is unlocked and I barrel through it like a bat out of hell. The sight in front of me reduce my terror slightly. Archer is sitting in bed. He’s shirtless and trying to soothe Mia with hushed words. Mia is sitting up ne
“But you did, right?” “Yeah,” Archer says, again. “It’s ingrained into our brains when were born. Become Alpha. Produce an heir. All that shit.” He tips his head slightly in thought. “I thought about it a lot, actually. My dad was never really around. Between being Alpha and running the side busin
Archer sits straight up in bed and looks down at me. His eyes are heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head. He looks completely disheveled and completely confused. He rubs at his eyes and looks down at me. “What the hell?” he grumbles. His voice is thick with sleep. It jolts thro
That night, I have a flurry of wet dreams. All of them start and end with Archer. In various positions and various ways. Only problem is, he never touches me. The dream always ends before then. Each time I wake up, drenched in sweat with a pool of desire aching into my sleep shorts. The fourth tim