Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

I seize the bond and tug. He trips forward a few steps. I watch the emotions flit across his face. Surprise. Alarm. Curiosity. The bond tugs in my chest. It’s not a violent yank, it’s more like a steady pull, urging me along. I stagger. He grins. It’s quick, a flash of straight, white teeth,…

Gross. I shift in my seat. I want to shrink into my clothes, but there’s nothing to this sundress. Drona taps her spoon on the brim of her teacup like she means it. “No more time for squeamishness, girlie. The witch isn’t around, and even if she was, she couldn’t save you from this. You’ve…

None of this is right. The ladies make way as I pass, their loving, worried fingers brushing my hair and my arm and the backpack I grab from its hook and sling over my shoulder. Seth has stepped back so he doesn’t block the steps. He’s stiff and dour, the soldier carrying out an order…

I ignore him. He’s not my problem. My problem just strode into the Commons in a gust of woodsmoke and pine. He stops in the entrance, his presence unmistakably dominant, his fitted gray jacket, blue dress shirt, and gray pants screaming human wealth and class. He looks like an actor perfectly cast in a part….

“Explain it to me.” There’s command in his voice—I’m not sure if he can speak without it—but he’s not demanding. He seems to want to understand. This is out of character for a nob. Nobs think they know everything. I’m here, though, and even if being with Cadoc is uncomfortable, the longer we’re here, the…

“Okay. You have to put it in writing first, though.” “What?” “Condoms. You have to write it down. So it’s official and legal.” Or whatever. He seems confused. He looks at me. I look at him. I don’t blink. Finally, he digs his phone out of his pocket. “Can I type it in my notes?”…

I moderate my tone. My wolf doesn’t like how upset she’s getting. “I’ll ship it back to the manufacturer, and they’ll recycle it.” Moon Lake is committed to sustainability. We do our part to combat climate change. “And then where will what it meant go?” “What does that even mean?” I can see she’s about…

I stumble to the bathroom. Danny’s in there, of course, with the shower running, wasting all the hot water. I generally don’t mind him, but this morning, it’s too much. He thinks ’cause he’s male, and his father’s a nob, and Drona treats him like Little Lord Fauntleroy that he can do whatever he wants….

Rosie raises her hand again to brush a strand of hair from her face, her sleeve falls, and my cock throbs. “You’re wearing my watch.” It’s dangling from her narrow wrist. Her pupils round, and her heart trips faster. An acrid whiff of fear turns my stomach. My wolf alerts, scanning for the source of…

“There’s leeches in there,” Rosie says, a hint of glee obvious under the warning. “Okay.” I slide off the side of the board and immediately sink two feet into cold ooze. I didn’t roll my pants high enough. From the stench alone, I know they’re ruined. I start to slog through the grasses, each step…