Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Brooklyn

I open my eyes, gasping for air.

It aches as it fills me, and I flash back to the way it got knocked out of me in the first place.

Heathcliff bucking wildly, me falling hard into the dirt.

I start shaking from the shock of it all.

And then I remember the sudden violence that caused it.

I roll over on the ground, pushing myself up to a seated position, pressing my eyes closed as I work to steady my breath.

Someone is there next to me I feel a hand on my shoulder, a tremulous voice asking if I'm okay. When I open my eyes, I'm shocked to see it's Aden kneeling next to me, concern written in every line of his face.

Being this close to him, seeing him treat me so tenderly, it gives me feelings I can't even explain. My wolf yearns for him, is glad he's the one at my side right now comforting me.

"Brooklyn," he says. And for just a second, I'm caught in his eyes. The way he seems to connect into some deeper part of me.

Lena lifts her head in response, almost keening for him within me.

But then, I feel another emotion altogether.

"What the hell did you do?!" I shout at Aden, anger suddenly trumping the fear running through my veins. When I think about how his childish behavior could have gotten me and Heathcliff very hurt... I am filled with rage.

have happened if you hadn't let your wolf

behind me to see my horse at the other side of the arena, moving nervously from hoof

push myself to my feet. I need

says behind me, grabbing for my

he's too slow, and I'm able to pull out of his grasp, glaring at him over my shoulder as I

as well, a hand on his jaw, looking anxiously between us. Still, I don't have time to deal

I cross the ring to Heathcliff, trying not to spook him

horse relax when he sees how calm I am-or at least, how calm I'm pretending to be. When I hold my hand out to him, he stretches

left hand, stroking his neck and telling him how pretty and wonderful he is. But the whole time I'm soothing Heathcliff, my

the hell does Aden think

He is the most dangerous

smug thought. A thought that would make Aden

that title belongs to Colsen

Lucas to find them standing where I left them, and I am tempted to say it out loud, to really push

the way

though, is anxiously watching Aden. He could very easily lose his job over this, we both know it- just because he put his

the hell is Aden to decide

father. He's just some

hate him

forward towards the gate at the entrance to the arena, which is still standing

apology on his face.

sorry

so damn precious to him. "Brooklyn," Aden calls after me, shaking his head, but I ignore him,

Aden doesn't have a right to own me,

to his face, which is expressionless as he watches

not blameless in this, I

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