Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 9 Bailey

I strolled the sunshine-filled footpaths of pack, having got bored with sitting around at home, it was truly not the place I wanted to be staying for long. My job searches were not proving successful whatsoever. The school here had a fully equipped teaching staff, though I am sure Miles would ensure there was no hope of a role there for me anyway. He seemed determined to make my life as difficult as he could for me. I have no clue why, but it was like he was determined to punish me for being his fated mate….

Going along similar lines, none of the packs nearby would even speak to me regarding work. The schools within the nearby human communities I had applied to had yet to get back to me, and as time went on, the less hopeful I became that my applications for the teaching roles there were successful. And much could be said for the ones slightly further afield too. It seemed nothing was going to work. I was giving up hope. I really began to wonder if Miles was influencing these in

some way.

“Hi Bailey.” I heard a deep voice approaching behind me, and turned to see the warrior, Harley, who had been on guard as I arrived home earlier in the week.

“Oh, hey Harley. How are you?” I smiled at him, actually surprised he would even speak to me. Very few others our age bothered to, all choosing to ignore me.

“Not bad, just on the way to the gym for training.” He told me, lifting the bag he was carrying, as if he was showing me his kit.

nodded. “Bit

have a choice. Have to train every day.” He says with a shrug, and I nod in agreement. “Though I do have time free for ice creams later if you fancy something to cool yourself down?” he adds with a cheeky smile, and a twi nkle in

brazenness. “Oh, is

hair flopping forward over his face as he looked at the ground, obviously a

Far from the co

“In a bad way?” I have to say it feels quite nice to have someone here pay me attention. It happened every now and again whilst I was away studying, but

a bad way at all. Though, it is not often guys in the pack bother talking to me, Harley.” I admitted with a shrug. “So, you may want to consider that offer carefully, unless you are only doing it to

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that. And, how about we say screw them? We will go for that ice cream, yeah? Meet me after training. What do you say?” he looks at me like he is waiting. nervously for my response, like

at him. “Aww, I

thought you were not going to give me an answer then. Trying to torture me there? Seems I may have to keep my eye on you!” he playfully winks at me. “I shall see you in a few hours then, Bailey.” He lowers his head to softly kiss me upon

the packhouse, my head a whirlwind of confusion at what the hell had just happened! Harley had known me for years…. had been in my classes at school… where had his interest come from all of a sudden? I know I have changed a little since school, thanks to my roommate at college being a dab hand with a make-up brush, and giving me a few lessons in make-up and