Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

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Chapter 64 – Asher I had been doing my usual nightly patrol of the packhouse when there had been one hell of a clatter and thud from one of the rooms down the corridor, causing me to go and investigate. There should be nobody in the rooms, so I was on the defensive. But the moment I approached the room I could smell Bailey’s smell. What on earth was she doing up and down here at this time of the night? ‘Never mind that you b**d. Is she okay? What was the bang?” Zion added bluntly, and I realized he likely had a point, so I quickly opened the door. As I glanced around the room, my eyes instantly found her, sitting on the floor. Dressed in her pajamas, and her hair a mane of big brown curls, so different to the tamed straightened hair I had seen her with since she had arrived. As her eyes met mine, she did not seem pleased to see me. And her attitude proved much the same. “Oh it is you!” I said to her, so she realized I had been wondering who the hell had been wandering around the packhouse this f**g late at night, disturbing what I was doing. Though as I looked at her, she looked in discomfort and was surrounded by a number of books, which looked like she had dropped them. “Are you okay?” I added, wondering if she had hurt herself. “Yep. All good.” she muttered. Of course, she was. She wouldn’t admit it if she wasn’t, would she? I quickly walked over to where she sat, needing to check she 1108 was okay. If she had fallen, she could have hurt herself. “Did you fall, Bailey? I heard a loud bang.” I asked before looking up at the nearby ladder, and back down to her sitting on the floor, her face grimacing in pain. Had she been on the ladder? Surely she wasn’t that silly? Then she simply raised her perfectly shaped brows at me and gave me a sarcastic, barely there smile. What the hell was I supposed to decipher from that? wasn’t a f**g mind reader! I wanted to know if she had hurt herself, not if she was annoyed at me… G**d d*it s*e was infuriating! “Why are you in here at this time of night?” I asked her, completely confused as to why she isn’t tucked up in bed ready for starting her new job tomorrow. “And for that matter, why are you climbing

be clever? Common sense would tell you attempting to climb a ladder in socks would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it? I offered Bailey my hand to help her up, but her being stubborn seemed to ignore me. Eurgh… “I am fine. You can go now.” Bailey told me coldly, with a dirty look. Wow. I am trying to help her, and I get a dirty look. And to be fair, she doesn’t look fine. She looked in pain and far from fine… “I don’t think you are. You have just fallen. How far up the ladder were you?” I asked again, this time not giving her an option, I pushed my hand into hers, to ensure she had help in getting up. Her hand clenched around mine, though I had a feeling it was more because she felt she had no choice with my literally and the pelted herself up. Yet, the bat a little, and she stumbled went to steady her, not wanting her to fall ed as booked my arth around her waist to steady wing har to Man on me. The scent of c**n**t

says, leaning against the arm of the sofa, wincing slightly as she does, telling me she had hurt herself more than she had let on as she had fallen. “Because I was out of order earlier, and I should not have said what I did.” I said, the words painfully slow to come from my mouth, as I avoided her gaze. I hated admitting I was in the wrong, but in this instance, there was no denying it, I knew that.

something that I struggled with constantly. Isla had barely been mine. Our matebond was barely established, not developed. But losing her felt like it had shredded my whole heart and soul apart. I probably wasn’t suffering like someone who had lost their fated mate of decades. But I felt like I had my heart ripped out… I felt Bailey’s eyes upon me. “A matebond is a matebond. I don’t think time can alter the feelings when your souls were tied together. Fated to be together. It is difficult to lose who was meant to be your other half.” She says gently, before looking down at her hands. I can’t help but wonder how she must feel then… if her fated mate did not want her and then the man she had chosen had now found his own fated, and taken the path fate planed for him, leaving her alone once more… I looked across at her, and I saw her chewing her lower lip deep in thought, before she glanced at me. “I think I will go to my room again now.” She said quietly, making me wonder if she too had