Rylan shot me a look. “It’s not that big, he says. Lies.”
Roxie shook her head and dropped into Hayes’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Well, alpha? Are you still hung up on the fact that the youngest pack member is providing the house?”
“Not at all, little bat. I think this house might just be perfect for us.”
He tossed me a wink.
“A little extravagant, but perfect.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter
Thirty
Roxie
“Can’t sleep?” Greer’s voice startled me from where I was perched in the window seat, wrapped in a blanket and staring out at the night. Chorizo was at my feet. He’d been the perfect companion for a night like this.
I swiped at the tears rolling down my face.
“Oh, little bat,” he breathed out as he walked over, pulling me into his arms.
“It’s so stupid. I shouldn’t care,” I said quickly, angry that I was crying again.
“You have to stop,” he pleaded. “I’m assuming this is about your dad.”
I nodded.
“I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time with it. I knew what kind of guy he was already. Maybe it’s being a few days off of heat, but I can’t let it go.”
“Knowing he’s a dick doesn’t make the pain of it any easier.”
“I was supposed to get a chance to tell him how his actions made me feel. He took that away from me, too.”
He considered it for a moment.
“As a delta back in school, they always made us go through all sorts of classes. One was anger management. They taught us ways to control our deltas when they wanted to lash out.”
He brushed his thumb over my cheek, his expression soft and loving. Those green eyes were so serene now.
“One of the techniques they taught us was to write our feelings down in a journal. At first it sounded stupid, but I started an online one, and it would probably make me sound like a raving lunatic if anybody read back through it, but anytime someone pisses me off or crosses a line or even minor inconveniences me, I rant on there.”
“That actually sounds kind of nice,” I admitted. “Maybe just saying it all out will help. I’ve talked about it in therapy a few times, but this way I won’t have to guard my words quite as much.”
“Exactly,” he agreed. “There’s a difference between ranting to a person and being able to say what you want completely unfiltered.”
“Here,” he said, walking over to the table where I’d left my laptop last night and bringing it to me.
I unlocked it for him, and he pulled up the site.
It didn’t take long to set up an account, and thankfully, it was just as protected as he said it would be.
Greer kissed the top of my head before walking away.
I could hear him puttering around in the kitchen, but I was already navigating the site, figuring out how to start my post.
