Chapter 230
Carson Em neutral towards, and Crane is a disgring ittle mess of a wolf. I’m afraid your brothers aren’t going to be good for the twins to be around. They don’t like me, and what happens if they dont like the twin because they come from me?]]
You’re all they’re going to have. Protect them. Cash Protect them from things that
that they don’t even know they need protecting from ||
Everyone feels sorry for Dallas, I don’t. 16 had to have known it was coming. How could ya resist someone like Clapton? How? Rys a cheater. Your good friend is a cheater, but you still love her like a sister. She cheated on your brother, but you still consider her a friend, but you can’t see how Caleb can like Clayton Ask yourself some meaningful questions, Cash. Ask
urself why you can be friends with a cheater who devastated your brother, but Caleb ran’t be friends with Claymo
Double standards. Your family loves Rys, but they hate me? I know, a different situation, but I think even if I was to live. Til only be tolerated by your family, not loved. Only tolerated.
Clayton’s mother used to love me. We would go everywhere togriber. Our mothers were best friends. She loved me so much, and Eloved her, I thank, more than my mother. That when Clayton knew I want his mate. Everything change that day we told them we werent mates. From then on, I was only tolerated by her, never need again.]
I charged
The fights we would get into the way his mother would drag her eyes down me wherever the saw us hugging or kissing. I like the wanted to throw up and she blamed me for everything. heard her talking about me and how her son was passy whipped. I wanted in yell at her that it wasn’t my pussy he loved; it was me. Me. I didn’t I kept it to myself and tried to be this perfe wolf without any flaws, but she’d paw at me constantly. Nothing I did was ever good enough. Ever
She would brag sometimes about
at the dinner table right in front of me. how proud that she’s become a midwife and that she would be a contributing member of the pack Clayton stood up for me then and said he’s aver going to sit at their table again if the cart stop talking about Rya Clayton didn’t want to hear about Ryat he didn’t give a shit. His mother blamed me for their distance. I was blamed for everything Loving Clayton was the easy part. It was very else that made things hard between us |
Sometimes I catch your mother watching me, and I don’t have this need to be perfect me, and for the first time in a long time, it feels good not to have to act that I don’t make
stakes. Your mothers. We got off to a rocky start, but I understand that you’re her child and the will protect you even from your own mate.[
Your father hardly speaks to me, but when he does, it has a lot of layered meaning that hits me at odd times, and I might laugh out loud or cry from it. He’s a good father. I think you’ll be like him. I hope you will be like him. I want you to be like him
I never thought my life would turn out this way and I bet you never thought your life would turn on this way, too.
The men in the bar sat up Hazel with their eyes as if she’s some sort of raw meat that’s prepackaged in a form fitting black dress
Do you know who that is?” I ask the hartender
“Her name’s Hazel. She’s a freelancer”
Harel makes her way to a table filled with pretty women and men in its that don’t hide their distended guts. The smell of money drips off them like water. Those eyes are exactly like Kennedy’s. I breathe, once, rice, a third time before the smoke–filled air burns my lungs, and I want to choke on the thought that this might be another bad choice
“What does that mean, freelancer?“||
“See those girls at that table? Most work for the lady sining by the stage in the blue dress. Hazel is her own employer. She’s an independent.”
This female I’m looking at doesn’t seem like the same one who sat across from me at the house with her eyes half–closed, mumbling This female seems composed and well made up. She places at the boom of the heavy glass and uncorks the whiskey bottle, filling the cup only enough to get a few swallows down
Toes she come here alo17 ||
“once a month like darkwork.” ||
“What’s the key||
“She’s quiet, she doesn’t cause any trouble unless someone messes with her, and when they do, she fucks them up.-||
“She fights? ||
“No one will mess with her anymore, not even him.” Hedges his chun toward a man near a dour watching with his back leaning against the wall ||
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