THAT NIGHT HARLOW COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT WHAT MICHAEL HAD SAID; his words kept replaying inside the barriers of her mind. 'Fine, I'll teach you.' As if it were that simple, and maybe for him it was, it was that simple. But for her, it didn't seem all that simple inside her head. Harlow couldn't help but think about it logically; Michael was asking her to betray the people that protected her, her mom and nan. The thought of spending more time with the world's most wanted criminal didn't help with the guilt that fluttered inside of her.    Michael hadn't stayed for too long after she'd unconsciously agreed to something that she didn't know whether or not it was a good idea in the first place. However, besides everything else that seems negative towards the situation, he was her mate, and Harlow would do anything to spend a little bit more time; in fact, both she and her wolf craved to be closer to him even if he was the worse person known

  "MICHAEL?" Harlow walked further into the woods. She had no idea where she was heading, but all Harlow could focus on was finding him, or she was going to be so furious and completely and utterly lost.   "Michael?" She called out again. Her voice wasn't booming, but if he was near, he should be able to hear her call out for him.   It was stupid of her to think that calling out his name would help; Michael was the kind of person to make everything harder for every human on this earth, especially her. It got on her every nerve. Why did she have to be Mated to this idiot again?   Out of nowhere, she felt someone push her against the bark of a neighbouring tree. They clutched both of her hands securely above her head and had Harlow's face pressed against the tree unwillingly. It all happened so quickly, and she didn't have enough time to react. Her hands were in an awkward position, and all she wanted was to b

  "HARLOW, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"    Her head snapped out of her trance and focused on the person who Harlow sat in front of her on the opposite side. Mia had a concerned look on her face, like always, and all Harlow wanted to do was wipe it off her face.   She nodded her head, not wanting to speak because if she was scared that she might say anything to reveal why she felt so down. It has been a day, and Harlow still couldn't shake the words of her Alpha out of her mind. His voice had been haunting her like nobody's business, some might pin this feeling down as guilt, but she felt worse by the minute.   Harlow was sitting with Mia in a small Café, munching on some biscuits that the shop gave out for free. Her mom had taken her nan somewhere she didn't know much about, probably to another doctors appointment; she was beginning to become a litter worse than she had ever been before and it was concerning. The

THE FRONT SHUT CLOSED BEHIND HER; it was the afternoon already, and all her mind could think about was Michael even after she had just parted from him. However, Harlow noticed he didn't look too pleased with her rushed departure; like always, Michael showed his disapproval through his angered exterior, but she couldn't miss her curfew. She had to be back by six P.M. Otherwise; her mom would have a mental flip at her disappearance; not only that, but Harlow didn't want to break her mom's trust; they had agreed to be completely honest with each other. The promise meant everything to the women; it was the foundation of their relationship, and if that no longer remained, what were they?   Although the heavy guilt inside her was becoming seemingly unbearable as she hid the fact that Michael Collins is her Mate, maybe it was out of fear of her mom's reaction, or maybe it was her mom's perception of her daughter after a piece of tragic news. Harlow didn't know which on

HARLOW FELT LIKE WAS BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE; the rush of emotions knocked the air out of her, and every breath she took didn't seem like the need for oxygen. It was a must at this point. Her upper body lunged forward, grabbing her throat as she took in another sharp breathe of air. A bright, white light greeted her panicked eyes, and she quickly closed them. An annoying beeping noise sounded to her right. The noise was familiar, just like an alarm clock. Harlow lifted her other hand, trying to shut it off as the noise of its beeping seemed to get louder; however, she felt a tug from the back of her hand to reach the machine. She put her hand back where it was.     Panic was something she could describe what she felt inside—panic switches off her higher brain. Thinkers remember why they were scared and started on solutions. Yet, Harlow couldn't be one of those thinkers; she wasn't able to conduct a solution to her problem. It wa