<b>“</b><b>Just </b>so you know, Ezra, I give out free hugs anytime one is needed.”
“Good to know,” I say, almost feeling like I can smile. Almost. “And Charlotte, start thinking about what you want to try. tomorrow night,” I tell her.
She nods as she steps back but I crook my finger at her. She steps forward again, and I lean down, putting my mouth against her ear.
“Because I’m going to lick and suck on that sweet pussy
tomorrow night until you’re grinding your hips against my face, screaming about how fucking good I make you feel, and begging me to make youe again,” I whisper.
I hear her gasp as she steps back and looks at me with ssy
eyes<b>. </b>
“Yeah, tha vill work,” she says.
“We’ll try that then,” I say, watching her as she walks to the stairs to go up to her room.
Something about that interaction, about having the ability to take back some level of control has made me feel better. I dump the rest of my drink and head up to bed, ready to move past this week and start rebuilding my confidence so I can achieve what I came here to achieve my name on the leaderboard.
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1 <b>slept </b><b>better </b>than I thought I would. But since I woke up with <b>Sebastian’s </b>shirt pressed against my nose, I guess I know why. His scent is calming. Even though he’s the one who broke me yesterday, I still crave his scent, his touch, and his intelligent <b>mind</b>. And yesterday, I realized that what I crave the most is his approval. I want him to find me worthy. I want him to see me for the strong woman that I am. ording to him, he sees a stronger woman in me than I see in myself.
As I strip my sheets and prepare forundry day, I think about what he said yesterday. I don’t disagree that my admiration for my brother borders on hero worship. He is my hero. He’s everything that I look up to in a person, an Alpha, and a brother. But have I really been holding myself back because I think that I might possibly defeat my brother if I gave everything I have to give?
And that line of thinking is more painful than I expected. What would Dane think if I defeated him? Would it upset him? Would he be angry? Would it impact his own confidence in his ability to be the amazing Alpha that he is? Because those are the reasons. that I would hold myself back.
But the answer is no. My brother, my hero, would be proud if I defeated him. He’d be the first one to cheer for me if I knocked him down on the leaderboard. He’d have a party and tell the entire pack, celebrating my achievement, even though it meant that I had defeated him, their Alpha. Because that’s the kind of man my brother is.
So then, does this mean even Dane thinks I could defeat him? Is this why he’s been pushing me to take the sses? To see what
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I <b>can </b>really <b>do</b>? <b>But </b><b>for </b>what <b>purpose</b><b>? </b>
<b>And </b>that answer makes me pause. It’s because he, like Sebastian, thinks I’m stronger than I think I am. No, they KNOW I’m stronger than I think I am. The two men that I respect most <b>in </b>this world see something in me that I don’t see in myself.
I think about that as I carry myundry to theundry room where I find Tyler and Ezra already sorting theirundry.
“Oh thank the goddess we didn’t miss you,” Ezra says. “I separated them this week, so I need to make sure I don’t end up with my clothes looking like Liam’s or Logan’s,” he says.
Iugh, finding four empty washers and separating my clothes and then putting my sheets and nkets in separate washers. I show Ezra where to put the bleach, check to make sure he’s doing everything right, then watch as he and Tyler try to figure out which cycle to put it on.
Liames in about that time and practically begs me not to leave before his clothes are started. Once that’s done, I see Tyler standing by the door.
“You going or a run?” he asks.
“I am.”
“Want somepany?” he asks.
“Sure.”
We get out to the running track, and he lets me set the pace. “Is this a quietpanionable run or is this a ‘need to talk‘ run?” <b>I </b>ask him.
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He smiles. A ‘need <b>to </b>talk <b>run</b><b>. </b>
<b>Shoot </b>
<b>He </b><b>nces </b>over at me. “They came at us using our brothers<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Yeah. It was smart. They are our weaknesses, but in different ways<b>. </b>
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