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Given Joe’s history with Mr. Stoll and my, well, special relationship with Ace, Joe was the natural choice to become a second father figure for Ace after his mom died. Since Mr. Stoll was obviously incapable of taking care of his son, Ace stayed with us for about a year from the ages of nine…

“He’s at the age where men like him start to feel a little…territorial, but that’s not okay. Not with you. You’re different from everybody else in this town. Ace needs to be reminded of that. “So, if you want my advice, I say you have to tell him that. Tell him how he’s making you…

He got along amazingly with all my siblings, which was surprising considering he was usually quiet and sullen, and was like an older brother to them. My stepdad was on carpool duty to collect the boys from school, which meant I had my mom all to myself for a little while. My mom was supposed…

“Where’s Ace?” he continued. “I want to show him my new phone!” He pulled a brand-new iPhone out of his pocket and held it out for me to see. My jaw dropped. “You got Thomas a phone?” I demanded from my dad as he wandered into the kitchen. “It’s nicer than mine! You didn’t get…

I avoided looking at my dad as I walked by him, hoping he would just let me pass. I should have known better. He stepped in front of me, blocking my path. When I continued to look away from him, he put his hands on my shoulders. “Are you sure you’re okay, Doe?” he asked…

I nearly choked on my own spit. I’d never really thought about Ace’s you-know-what before. I had seen him naked, sure, but not since we were little. I supposed things must be different down there now. And bigger too. “And we’re done talking about this,” I replied quickly. An unexpected sense of jealousy pulsed through…

Ace I don’t know why you’re avoiding me but I need you to fucking talk to me here. Ace What the hell is going on, Doe? Ace Doe, I swear to god, if you don’t answer your phone in the next two seconds, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Ace I’m not kidding, Doe….

“What do you mean?” With his hands on my waist, he turned me back to my locker, motioning for me to gather my books. “Why did he look so freaked out? And why did he say he ‘understood?’” Ace shrugged and picked up the piece of hair he was playing with before, licking his lips….

He looked down at me. “How’s your head?” “My head?” Is this his way of avoiding answering my question? He brushed a hand through the side of my hair. “Yeah. Does it hurt?” I thought about it. There was a small thrum of discomfort at the base of my skull, but I hadn’t even noticed…

“I would never have hit on her if I’d known. Calling her the alpha’s plaything was just a joke—” Everything happened so fast. There was a chorus of gasps followed by a loud grunt. When I looked up, Madoc had Ben pinned to the ground and was throwing punches at his face. My stomach dropped….