Books Chapter78
1 walk through the living room. It’s an eclectic blend of furniture, nothing matching, but everything working well together.
“This is beautiful.” My voice is soft as I run my fingertips along the wooden cabinet that holds a china doll collection. Even Kennedy
comes over to admire the piece before us.
“My mate found that old piece of wood at the dump. She had me bring it back here, and she fixed up, and now it’s the most beautiful piece of furniture we own. She’s really good at repairing broken and thrown away things. As long as the core isn’t rotten, she can fix anything. You wouldn’t believe what that looked like before she got her hands on it. Took her awhile, she put in a lot of effort and time in, but in the end, it turned out beautiful.” He wraps his arms around his mate, kissing her neck. They have perfect symmetry.
Their love seems so easy,
“Kennedy, we expect certain thing out of you, and one of those things is respect. If you respect the rules here, we should have no problems.” That Silverback male’s eyes warn her not to step out of line.
“Little moon, I’m coming for you early in the morning. Please be ready.” My eyes find his again. I just can’t help but try and stare him
down.
Something deep within me wants
s to be his
his master.
He doesn’t look away. Instead, he takes the first step toward me, those eyes pinning me back that up.” His hands go over my eyes, closing them for me.
e in my place. “I’m going to teach you how to
you to
“If you look at me that way again, I’m going to have to put you down hard.” Ithink I’min over my head as I watch his massive body walk away from me, taking his female by the hand.
me on, I’ll take you upstairs to his room.” Carson bugs on my arm, so I follow him. Kennedy and Cash are already ahead of me on the steps.
“This is lus room.
number.
A giant number one painted in white is on the door. In the paint,I also notice the awful curses written inside the
“We didn’t like how he put that number up outside his room, so we let him know what we thought of him.” Carson smiles with the memories.
I can’t help but laugh at all the funny things they wrote to him, brothers and their unique way of communicating love.
My eyes fall again to all the name calling, but then I notice the I love you, the get better, the I’m here for you, brother, we love her. This must have been written after the death of his mate. It almost makes my eyes water seeing this in a good way, in a way that they care
about him.
My attention swings to the door beside Dallas’s room as Cash leans in toward Kennedy with a sinister stare.
“Remember, Kennedy, if you try to run, this is my land, and I know every inch of it. I will find you, bring you back, and collar you until you won’t remember who you are.” A look of horror crosses her face. I believe in my soul he will do it if she gets out of line; he’s that type of woll
She quickly glides past him before closing the door behind her quietly. He just stands there, inhaling, as his forehead goes against the wooden door frame.
Their canvas is bruised and turn at the edges, splitting down the middle. His face shows his sorrow and misery. He runs his fingers through his lair that’s just starting to grow out from being shaved regularly. His eyes turn to mine. I’ve been caught gawking. His layers exposed, his gaze burns into mine. He looks so defeated before turning away from me and entering his own room for the night.
Entering Dallas’s room, I take a big breath as pictures of his youth smile back at me. His brothers from all sorts of ages, his friends, her, they all stare back at me with stories to tell
Putting my bag on the bed, Isit on the edge while looking around.
It’s a big room with an attached bathroom. It really doesn’t smell like him; his scent is stale, only barely clinging inside this space that was once his own.
Letters on his desk catch my eye. They look like they have been crumpled up at some time, only to be smoothed out again in reverence book Chapter
lean over and pick one up. It’s addressed to Clayton Dallas Valentine, his acceptance letter to medical school. I drop the letter, and it floats down like a feather drifting from side to side as it lands gracefully at my feet.
Pulling out my phone,I place my first call to him. He picks up, not letting it ring
“What’s your first name?” My volce feels different, like someone else is saying these words.
He responds instantly. ” Clayton.”
I need to sit down. His mattress is firm without a lot of give. Hanging up on him, I toss the phone away.
Let my pain begin.
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