Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 48 Jordan

at Autumn Valley Pack had felt right. I knew she would be better there than she ever would be in our pack, and she seemed so positive. about this new teaching role. This is what she had worked so hard for, for so long. She deserved it, and I hoped she would thrive now she had the job of her dreams. We just needed to do our part now and deal with the s**t back in our pack. Ensure Miles got everything he deserved. The drive back across to pack had been long, and we were all ready to get some food, but had been determined not to stop and make the drive home as quickly as we could. There was far 100 much to deal with when we got home, and the thoughts of any delays in getting there were not ideal, so we had agreed it would be a direct journey. My Dad seemed full of positivity about the things we had to do, so I could only hope his plans were possible. He immediately took to Gia, which made me happy. That is all I wanted, my family to accept my mate, and they had. I just hoped she would like our pack and settle in there when we finally had things sorted there. We were about half an hour from pack now and Gia was snoozing lightly in the back of the car. “You are happy now son?” My Dad asked me, as he glanced across the car toward me as I drove. “With my mate, yes. Everything else I want to sort out, Dad. There is so much unsettled.” I told him, having waited until Gia actually settled to be able to talk to him, and I think my Dad had waited for the same. “It unnerves me. The things that have been going on and we had no clue. The things he has been capable of, and we didn’t know,” “I understand, and I am the same. We can only do so much though. We need your Uncle to listen. If your Uncle does not listen, we have the power of the werewolf council if needed. Your Uncle will not want that. He will not want the risk of them in pack, no pack does.” My Dad tells me, but I still fear what the reaction

Uncle hears the things that Miles has done he will have to see why it was important for Bailey to leave. She was never going to be safe here. It never made sense to me that he rejected her, yet kept her here. A small part of me wonders if he still wanted her. Or if he simply gained some sick pleasure from it all. may “What if he goes looking for Bailey, Dad?” I asked him, because I know there is a strong chance that he do. He seemed to see her as his possession, so there was a strong chance he might go to Autumn Valley demanding her return, but I hoped Bailey would speak to the Alpha and allow them to protect her. But, knowing her, she was too shy, and would not want to cause any problems for the pack and would not say anything. Likely terrified, they would judge her for the

My Dad’s words bounced around within my mind, trying to make sense. No. That cannot be right. Why y would he be involved with my youngest sister? She had a mate out there. I knew she had always had a bit of a crush on Miles, but so had the majority of the younger she-wolves in the pack, so 1 thought nothing of it. I don’t think it is uncommon for she-wolves in the pack to have a bit of a crush on their Alpha, especially one as handsome as Miles. Though, I suppose, any given an opportunity would take it… but what didn’t make sense to me, was, after being fated to Bailey, why would Miles choose to pick Morgan to date? Were they even dating? No.. just no! “Are you sure?!” I snapped, my hands tightened around the steering wheel in anger. He was dangerous. He was not right for her. “From what Bailey overheard. I think we need to speak to Morgan.” He says with a sad smile. “She will think it is wonderful, as would any of the she-wolves in the pack” “Could this be in a bid to get at Bailey?” I asked. I hate that it sounds almost critical towards Morgan, but it was the first thought that came to my mind. That Miles would use my youngest sister to get at Bailey. Or to gain information on her to hurt her…. “Hmm, that could be true, but you know Morgan will not be willing to hear that, and Morgan does not know of their situation. My Dad tells me, as we pulled up at the pack gates, the guard waving at us as we did, to allow us through into the pack. “You didn’t tell her yet?” I asked, unsure how this would go down. “What about Mum?” “Not