I’m not the one planting the flowers.
I don’t get to choose the prettiest ones to clip and keep.
Walking away is harder than I expect.
It doesn’t feel fair.
My life changed overnight, and I had no say in that.
I didn’t make a choice. I wasn’t asked what I wanted.
It’s stupid to be angry about that when I know the truth, but it doesn’t matter.
That emotion only gets stronger as I let the security guard walk me back into the building.
Everything has always been outside of my control.
I never got the chance to make a real decision.
My life was never my own.
Well, now it’s going to be.
I won’t let anyone take that away.
Chapter Eight
Shayne
If it wasn’t already obvious how much Falcon needs to see this girl, reading his application to get our pack on Goldcrest’s social event list would do it.
Every word he’s written has been carefully chosen to make us sound like the perfect pack.
Of course, it’s not entirely truthful.
Considering Pack Falcone already found their Omega, I didn’t expect it to be a completely honest application, so I should have realized he wouldn’t mention Harper.
Seeing our names listed without his feels strange enough.
Reading about our lives, framed as if he doesn’t exist, gives me chills.
My fingers itch to grab my phone and call him, just to hear his voice.
If my phone wasn’t in the other room, I don’t think I’d be able to resist the temptation.
Shaking the feeling off takes effort.
Reminding myself Harper will be home soon helps.
I know I’ll hold him a little tighter tonight.
It’s not going to be easy to let him go in the morning.
Falcon clears his throat, and I fight back a shiver as I turn my head to look at him.
“So?” he asks, his gaze fixing on mine.
His surly expression has only intensified, and it makes me flash back to one of the many times we crossed each other’s paths before we became mates, back when it felt like he hated me.
