Seventy-OneNaomi It was just funny as the best day of my life in a month turned sour within seconds.Was this how he felt ? When I told him none of what was between us was real? Did he even feel anything? He just confessed to never loving me, and I, I don't know how to feel.I wanted to scream, to tell him I only lied to protect him. That I had no idea I was the missing rogue princess, or that our baby was a special ome—or that I even had a baby.I wanted to tell him how much I cried when I thought he died, and how many times I begged the moon goddess to bring him back to me. I wanted to tell him the nights that I couldn't sleep, the only thing in my head being the manner in which he was killed in front of me.I wanted to tell him I was sorry for lying, that being away from him made him crazy, and he didn't have to tie me down, but I would willingly submit myself to him.But did any of that matter? Has it ever mattered? I spent all those times thinking he loved me, when he just want

Seventy-ThreeReturning to the pack with Naomi in my arms had fueled me with a sick type of longing.To see her bleed, to see her crave, to see her beg.I had to dwell in other matters, like the witch who was almost lifeless in my throne room, her eyes wide, as if she had seen the worst to see. Her skin aged a decade quicker, and her hair lost the shine they had before we began this. Her youth traded for a chance for salvation. If it wasn't for Isabella…My chest tightened at the thought. That ugly bastard rogue would have tampered with what was mine.That was if he had not already. My fist balled on their own accord. We'll just have to find out, won't we? Immediately, I make sure Isabella doesn't hate me for almost killing me for the 'rogue princess' like she called her.She had a bad experience with rogues, and I understood. They were terrible mistakes made by nature. The next chance I get, I would wipe out every rogue to ever exist. Except Naomi. Isabella sat almost lifeless on

Seventy-Five NaomiIt was too late. Disappointment fueled me as I stared at the part of his cheek. He was with someone else. That was why he cared less if I was in the clinic.He replaced me in less than a month. Maybe he did mean it when he said he decieved me all through.Maybe he meant it when he said he didn't love me.My heart felt hollow as I stared at him, not believing my thoughts.He rose a taunting brow at me. "What? Surprised you weren't able to kill me?"I swallowed harshly as my eyes never left the spot on his face. What was there to save? He looked better without me. He looked like he was having the best time of his life.His hands pulled on the hem of his shirt, tugging it off his chest and throwing it to the floor.My eyes widened as I took in his chest, forgetting the reaction I usually had to seeing his muscular chest, but this time something else held my attention.My breath caught in my throat as I studied the tattoo.My name intwined with a snake.It was so bea

Seventy-SevenSethShame. That’s what I was filled with. As I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, that was the only thing I could bring myself to feel.The anger and lust I was feeling a moment ago had washed off, leaving me with the side effects, shame and guilt as Naomi slept off softly beside me.She fell unconscious a moment ago, her body falling limp from both exhaustion from the torture I dealt to her pussy, and from the exhaustion of the whole day on her.She was running when I found her. But from what? Why did her own team mate chase her through the woods and threaten to fuck her if he caught her?Was that another type of foreplay? Judging from the fear in her eyes, they weren’t playing. He was going to rape her.No, no. Seth. I cautioned myself and released my fist, the pain from where my nails dug bringing me back to the present. Why did i still care? She broke me. Betrayed me, ruined me.Who am i kidding, of course i care. I care more than i care for mu life.Everythin

Seventy-Eight NaomiConnor left after successfully making Aubrey angry and embarrassed, and ignoring me as if I wasn't there. I had to admit, it hurt a lot, but I couldn't let my smile falter. But Aubrey already saw my smile fall before I picked it up. She did know me deeply. "Hey, Naomi," she took my hand, leading me into her room. "Don't let them get to you, okay?"I gave her a lopsided smile, not wanting to dwell on the fact that Connor and Seth hated me today."That doesn't matter. Now I just want to know how you two started this…" I trailed off, looking for the perfect word to describe what they were without saying fuck buddies.Aubrey let out her rich laugh. "Agreement? Okay, it all started the day you left, well, it started long before that, but you get the gist."She started to tell me her stories, successfully taking my mind off everything, just like she always does.Mid way, a loud knock landed on the door, startling both of us, a chill shiver running down my back.We sha