Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Aden

The whole way back to the mansion, I'm as cold as ice.

On the way to the stables, I'd been burning with fury, my mind racing, my wolf overtaking me.

I was desperate to lock Brooklyn down, to burn everything to the ground if necessary in order to secure her allegiance any way I could.

In order to guarantee her bond to me.

And in the process I had...well, I had just lost it.

Twice, at the stables, I had lost my temper, lost my mind.

Possibly lost her.

Truthfully, I'm unsettled by all my reaction to today's events.

My entire life-since I left my pack, since my father died-everything has been about control.

Control of myself, foremost, because from that spun control over my family, my people, and the world I built.

I didn't want anyone else to tell me what to do, didn't want to have to follow someone else's pack rules, follow any rules set forth by the Council.

But I did want to make my own.

Control is the center of my success, my power.

But around Brooklyn?

For some reason, I just lose it around her.

I grip the steering wheel tighter as I remember the rage I let slip loose when I watched the boy put his hand on Brooklyn's thigh.

It isn't his thigh. It's mine.

decide who touches it

with Hudson,

deep down I do know that Hudson is no real threat. But once again, I push that thought

smooth talking, slightly wild young shifter. I was an idiot to assign Brooklyn

virgin, yet to go

I think was going

second time I lost my cool today-when I grabbed Brooklyn-grabbed

disgusted at my

manipulate me, learning how to bring me to the edge and

I keep falling for it

dammit, a large part of

than just grab

to wipe that laugh off of her mouth by pressing my own to it, to show her

knew I couldn't-couldn't go that

edge, my

under my control,

have no

into the garage, I am all

I was on edge. I know better. Know that I

it again,

old-fashioned

I'm surprised by this. I know that it's

just fine

stride into the kitchen, seeing

Lucas is one of them, sitting with the old guys,

never stand up to me, but they want to let me know that they

my teeth and stride to the fridge, taking out a package wrapped in butcher paper. Then, I walk

his face away in deference like a wounded wolf, ready for

bruise. It will help the swelling."

says, his voice

say, looking beyond him towards the back garden, "you wash

to Lucas's face. "And I'll

walk away, I can hear the approving sounds of the old men

still got a job, kid. Don't worry.

hear, but I'm glad I

out of hot water-not yet. But at least Lucas knows he's

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