Artemisia The next few days, I submerged myself in preparations for the big ball and the work with the pups. Even if my mates are back to avoiding me most of the time, I still have some cute encounters with Logan or Matthew from time to time when they get to catch me alone, which helps me through
I smile at her, gulping. “Then I’m glad. I really like you, and would hate to see you hurt.” Even if her words should make me calm down, the way she says them, and her laugh paired with how she moves as she says them, make me doubt that they are honest. But I shake my head, dismissing the thought,
Artemisia I’m officially pissed. Raging wouldn’t even describe my internal whirlwind that is creating total havoc. “And if you could check with Astrid. The annual excursion with the pups usually takes place before the ball,” Cayden doesn’t even look at me as he goes through the to-dos scribbled i
“It’s alright, Missy. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He pulls up his pants, lowering his shirt before he sits back down. “The story about her not being Luna-material worthy was a story we fed to the pack members. It is important that their Alpha remains strong in their eyes, and well, able to keep
Artemisia I don’t think that a scale from one to ten would suffice. The next day, I’m back at my favourite painting spot, just painting my embarrassment and pain from my soul while Cassy keeps making me want to tear her out of my body with my own hands. ‘See, a little bit more effort and he could
“I- I…” I have just begun to stutter as our attention gets caught by a strange rattling sound. We look up simultaneously to see the bucket reach the border of the scaffold and empty itself over us. I only have enough time to bury myself against his chest and he moves away in reflex but can’t preve
ArtemisiaI continue to rub my clothes in the streaming cold water, but I can’t seem to get the paint off. This is the worst. Feeling on the verge of crying, I’m glad that they are letting me clean up the mess alone. Even if their concerned looks made me think that they wouldn’t trust me to take c
Artemisia“And that’s all,” I say stupidly, my voice getting high-pitched as I finish telling him what I had already told his brothers. As I went through my tale about my rejection and Cassy revolting against me, his expression darkened more and more. By the time I got to the end of the story, and