Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

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I've been sitting here watching Jacob flirt with Lillie's mom for the past few days. That woman has a whole lot of self-respect. and Jake is loving her fi. She's all smiles and giggles. I decided that I didn't want to say goodbye. This is how I want to remember him. I head back to "my study" and sit at my computer to stalk Morgan through the packhouse feed. She's along about the same I was just before Darren was killed. Her blonde hair is long almost down to her waist. Morgan always hated it long. She would say that keeping it short was best for training. She's constantly being watched. There's always someone at her side. A handmaid or the former Luna. It's obvious she hates it all. She's never been one to be able to hide what she's feeling. Her expressions have always been louder than her words. "She's hot," Jordan says from behind me. "Is that your ex-girlfriend?"

"No," I close the feed. "She was just my friend,"

"You never tried to be more?" he smirks and falls onto the big floor pillows. What would he say if I told him the king f***d me until I passed out on those things on more than one occasion? "No, she was like my sister,"

"Mm, I guess I'm the wrong person to tell that's wrong," he smirks. I laugh, because he's right. Little shit. "I thought you were going to say goodbye to your dad,"

"I left him a letter in my will. Turns out I'm a coward after all," I shrug. He looks around until his eyes land on me.

could have told you that," he says gently. "I've never spoken to someone I know isn't going to be in my life for very long. It feels like I'm already mourning."

"Yeah," I nod remembering coming home to my mother as a kid.

I guess it's just a generational trait and it's finally going to end with me. A millennium of Nelsons finally comes to a bitter end. And boy were we f***g bitter

"In h

steps in front of the doorway and

deep breath and let

and step out of the room shutting it behind me. He

King's slave designs decorating my side of the ring. He takes them out and slips them onto my

away taking my hand in his. No one is waiting for us when we get downstairs. It's just the two of us. My weapons are in the backseat of the G-Wagon. I climb in and start looking through everything. To make sure everything is in order. I slip on my holsters and begin to equip my arsenal. I'm sitting quietly mentally preparing for what comes next. There's an odd sort of comfort as I sit here knowing that my fate no longer sits on my shoulders.

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belly. I can't help the smile tugging

rub the gems and the pretty designs. It hurts more than it did when I first saw it. I didn't think it could be any more perfect. The design of the addition blends effortlessly against the marks

any

of it creep in.

yourself,"

lean forward to place a