It had been two days since the shopping trip, I'd spent most of that time with Hardin, talking, getting to know each other. I don't think either of us have had this before, Hardin has been honest with me about his past relationships, although I wouldn't say it was a relationship given that he never really wanted it.For the most part, I find myself settling comfortably into the whole mate thing. It's easier now that we actually talk, I mean, the bite may have played a part in making me want him, but it's not just desire. We're not blurting out our deepest secrets and pain or anything like that, more like getting to know the now version of us rather than the old version. Unlike Hardin, I don't have much to say about my time before him."Stop!" I squeal, covering my face as I attempt to shield myself from his attack."Alright, alright." Hardin muses, backing off.I peek my eyes open, loosing all trust in him for a brief moment as I wait for him to do something. He doesn't, so I lower m

"There was a man...he...he..." My entire body trembles as tears roll down my face.Gripping the thin blanket tighter around me, I duck my head and sob. The lady tries to soothe me as she rubs my shoulder, hushing me with a gentle shushing sound."I'll get you some clothes, the police will be here soon." She kindly says.I nod, sniffling as I cry. I felt the couch move as she stands, and for a minute I cry softly until she returns. The tears making my eyes burn, I was thankful when she returned with something for me to wear."Here you go sweetie, the bathroom is just on the right." She says, handing me a small pile of clothing.Sniffling, I nod my head and stand up."T-thank you."Once I'm in the bathroom, I drop the blanket and quickly get dressed. Washing away the tears with cold water, I pat my eyes a little to ease the puffiness.Humans are gullible, always have been and always will be.Listening closely, I wait for the lady to exit the front room, until she passes the door I'm sta

"Have you ever been anywhere except pack land?" I voice my curiosity as we tour the french quarter, part of it anyway. The historic vibe that it gives off, Its intriguing. Just to look at the buildings and the design of everything, it's obvious that it's old. It seems to breathe with life of its own, the music and culture keeping it alive. "I've been places, always for business. I've never had time to explore or travel, it's not something Alphas do." Hardin responds with a slight shrug."What if that's what I wanted? Would you come with me?" I ask, still distracted with the people day drinking and live music in the street. Kind of like the heart of the place."Is it what you want?" He questions, slight concern showing through his voice.He assumes naturally that I want a life that he may never be able to have, travelling around the world, enjoying life to its fullest...he worries that if it's my dream, I'll leave.Is it what I want? I question myself silently."I don't know." I tell

"Oh my god!" I let out a moan, stretching out my legs in pure relief. Over ten hours in a car, no matter how big the car is, i s still uncomfortable. I honestly don't know how Hardin isn't crippled from driving all the way to New Orleans to pick me up."If you ever leave like that again, I'm going to set everything you own on fire!" A familiar voice snaps with anger that instantly brings a smile to my face."I missed you too, Jackson." I quickly drag him into a hug. The fact that it's dark out now, doesn't stop him from being here, or any of us being able to see."I'm going to hug you back, but I'm still angry at you." He grumbles, doing exactly that. I squeeze the life out of him for about ten seconds, before stepping away.Hardin won't jump my throat over a hug, but he has limits on his control."What happened?" Jackson scowls, crossing his arms. Is he trying to intimidate me? I thought with amusement."My wolf chose to run seven hundred miles, instead of ripping that little dickhe

"Wait, what?" All three men stare at me and Hardin with utter confusion."You just spent nearly a week tracking her down, and now you're letting her go?" Beck asks Hardin, baffled."She's my wife, not my prisoner." Hardin responds with a slight snap, annoyed that Beck is being so abrupt with him.He called me his wife. I thought with a secret grin, realising he's never actually said it out loud."But you got back literally three days ago, when did you decide this?" Jackson pipes up, crossing his arm as it's supposed to intimidate me somehow."Two days ago." I voice."And you didn't tell us? We could have spent some time together." Kage says with a look of annoyance."You would have changed my mind." I sigh knowingly."Yes! Because we need you here!" Jackson's hands fly around in exasperation.Laughing, I shake my head. "I'm not leaving forever, you can just call me." I offer."It's not the same and you know it." Jackson huffs, being a little childish, it makes me smile. Man, I'm going