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thear a knock on my door and can’t shake the hope that it’s Apollo returning from wherever he disappeared to a few hours as I didn’t hear a cabuti. recalled how he’d shot up out of nowhere last time,
When I open the door, I’m taken aback to find Jada standing there, her eyes scanning me from head to toe in complete enc
“Um, can’t help you with something?” I ask, balled by her unusual quietness.
She offers a smile, “Mrs. Reign told me to let you know she’s sorry for what happened at dinner.”
I almost gasp–this isn’t like Apollo’s mother at all, I can’t believe Jada would come here with an apology on behalf of her on her lips. But why Reign come herself?
“Please tell her thank you for the apology” I reply, my voice somewhat tentative.
Even though I was not very fond of Apollo’s mother, she at least took the time to apologize, and while she didn’t do it the proper way, I didn’t want to make things worse.
She nods, then adds, “Do you always wear such revealing clothes at home?”
My brow furrows as I glance down at my t–shirt and shorts. “I guess?” I don’t see anything inappropriate about it, but she seems genuinely disgusted.
should dress more appropriately around my future husband,” she insists. “I’m not trying to be rude, but it would be more respectful.”
Her words catch me off guard.
“Excuse me?” I ask, almost unable to believe my ears.
“Well, you and Apollo are not real siblings,” she says with apparent concern. “You’re step siblings with entirely different parents. That means you shouldn’t be walking around like that while he’s living with you and now has me.”
I can only watch as she says goodnight and walks away, reeling from everything she just said.
What just happened? I stand there for a few minutes, replaying her words in my mind,
First of all, what’s inappropriate about my outfit? And how does she think it’s okay to dictate what I should wear in my own house?
Jada has barely spoken to me before, and now, in one of our first real conversations, this is what she chooses to say. If I was bothered by her before, it’s
worse now.
This was the woman Apollo was about to marry? I thought her personality matched her looks perfectly, but it’s clear was wrong.
If Apollo goes through with marrying her, she’ll be around for every family event. He’ll bring her along, and I’ll have to endure watching them together
time and again.
I bury my face in my hands, overwhelmed. Between, Mrs. Reign and Jada, plus my complicated feelings for Apollo, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing it Everything is just too damn hard right now.
My heart skips when I hear the roar of an engine/Apollo must be back. I rush to the window, my heart swelling at the sight of him stepping out of the car. He looks exhausted, likely having run around in his wolf form for hours, which is probably spot on, it frustrates me that I don’t know how to help him.
But none of this is my fault. Until he stops pushing me away, I can’t reach out to him
His hair looked as if it had been tousled by the wind for hours, and his face gave off the impression that he’d just splashed water on it to stay awake. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, and his shoulders were slouched, as if he was struggling to push himself forward. I felt an overwhelming urge to go down
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there and make sure he was okay. But then, all the air seemed to get kicked out of my lungs when potted daring toward
When he saw hot, he leaned forward a bit, and heart sank as the guided him lets the house, Soon enough, it would be her rightfully at his side, would have no grounds to complain. I’d be left with no choice but to watch them together.
It felt so unfair.
He’s my mate. It should be me helping him inside, making sure he’s alright. I wanted to check on him, but it wouldn’t look right if she was already there, especially after she’d bem criticizing my outlit earlier.
Igripped my bed sheet tightly as I dropped down onto my bed, feeling utterly hopeless
How could alleviate this pain? What could possibly do? It felt like there was something lodged deep within my heart, and I had no clue how to remo
I tossed and turned in bed for an hour, desperately trying to think of anything other than my stepbrother. Unfortunately, that wasn’t happene
Pushing myself off the bed, I stepped out of my room, uncertain of what I planned to do, but knowing I couldn’t stay cooped up any longer. As I made my way down the stairs, I heard groaning from the family room.
Walking inside, I found Apollo sprawled out on the sofa, shifting restlessly as if trapped in a nightmare. I rushed to his side and gently placed my hand his cheek, hoping to soothe him.
The moment my touch met his skin, his body relaxed as if my presence was a balm. It was clear he was having a tough time with whatever was haunting his dreams. I was tempted to wake him, but given our last conversation, I figured it wasn’t the best idea. He clearly needed the rest.
Unable to help myself, I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The frown on his face melted away, and he seemed to drift into a better now that I was there.
This tender side of Apollo was entirely new to me it felt like he had been hiding it for quite some time.
But why? Why hadn’t be shown me this vulnerable side until now!
Tran my fingers through his hair, fighting the urge to plant another kiss on his face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” someone asks from the doorway.
Hroze, already recognizing the voice even though I was wishing I was mistaken.
Of all people, why did it have to be his mother?
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