I won’t allow that.
Even if it means standing against our fathers. Even if it means dismantling traditions I was raised to protect. Even if it costs me my position as president.
It won’t come to that because I will find my pack a new mate. Come hell or high water.
CHAPTER FOUR
SAWYER
Harper is back where she belongs in Greywood. With us. Even though she’s not with us, yet.
I hated Dustin for telling Harper to leave our small town and not to return. However, I understood. If Harper could fold the first time an omega accused him of cheating, could it happen again later in life?
Dustin is a part of a special pack. Because we belong to one of the oldest secret societies. Our omega has to be strong. Beauty and humor aren’t enough to survive under our fathers’ scrutiny.
A smile on the beautiful omegas face had gotten me through some pretty rough ruts.
Honestly, seeing Harper's face every day in school was enough to keep me in check. Speaking to her helped keep our connection. It wasn’t until Dustin told Harper not to return to Greywood, it hit hard, he wasn’t going to make it right with Harper.
“Sawyer, stop following me,” she grunts.
I followed Harper after our encounter in the Econ building. She attended a class in the science building. Still couldn’t catch her scent. I met up with my pack underground for our meeting. Dustin made it clear he wants me to stay away from Harper. I’m not listening to Dustin. I trail behind her at a distance as she approaches the math building,
“This is your second time following me today,” she groans.
“We’re going to the same building. You’re in my class,” I tell her.
Her steps slow but she doesn’t stop and make eye contact.
“How do you know?”
“Once I learned you were returning, I checked the class lists for all my classes. I had no idea what day you’d actually attend classes with everything going on with your grandmother.”
She reaches the door. I extend my hand and tug it open for her.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“It was nice to see you cleaned up,” Harper says.
“I only did it because you were attending Greywood.”
“Do they know?” she asks.
I pause for a beat. “Archer does. But Dustin doesn’t. Not sure about Thatcher.”
She arches a brow. “They don’t know you stalk your pack brother’s ex-girlfriend.”
I was happy she pretended not to know about my beard.
She halts by the classroom door. “You can’t always fight my battles.”
Students stare at us as they enter the class.
I growl. “Yes, I can.”
After Harper moved away, I traveled to her school. I watched her interact with students. The light I loved to see in her amber eyes had diminished.
Seeing her like that broke me. I stopped cutting my hair and grew a beard. I never let my hygiene slip because Harper loves my scent. I’m her comfort whether she wants to admit it or not.
