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I suddenly realise that Bemy is still talking.
“So we’re okay then?” he questions.
“Yeah Bemy, we’re okay.” Now that we’ve made up, I’m sort of reluctant to hang up the phone. I’m
still not ready to sleep yet.
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“Shaun mentioned you tested your dominance. I meant to help you with it earlier but we
really had the chance.” His tone is apologetic, but, as usual, he doesn’t actually apologise.
never
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”
“But I was right, you are more dominant. We’ll have to test you against Megan sometime, and me.” He
comments. Okay, not good. I don’t want to give him too much evidence about our fates just yet.
“Um, yeah, maybe.” I say casually. A beeping soundes from the phone.
“I have another calling through. I’ve been waiting for this call so I really need to get it…” Bemy
trails off. He doesn’t sound like he really wants to hang up.
“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Bemy.”
“Goodnight Ryann.” The phone clicks as he hangs up. After talking to Bemy and hashing everything
out I have to admit that I feel much more rxed. Resolving our argument did more for my mood than
all the Netflix and cookies I can manage. I guess the first option is actually useful where thest two
just leave me feeling a little guilty. I suppose I’ll have to give points to Bemy for this one. Chalk one
up to actually talking things out. Sigh. Now that there is apparently no immediate danger of being
attacked in my
deep and my irritation has been pretty much melted away, I should probably try and get some sleep.
Tomorrow is Megan’s engagement party and I don’t want to oversleep and miss whatever she has
nned for us during the day. It’s hard to believe I’ve only known her for about a week, not counting
the first time I saw her as an actual meeting that is. I already feel like I’ve known her for ages,
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Bemy too. I honestly can’t imagine going back to life without either of them. I plug my phone in to
charge and set an 8:30am rm. I snuggle down into my nkets and reach to turn off my light. Lying
in the dark, feeling rxed, I expected to fall asleep quickly, but I just can’t seem to get my mind to shut
off. I roll around in my bed. Kicking the nkets off, pulling them back over me, rearranging the pillows
like fifty times. After a while I cave and check the time on my phone. It’s just after two in the morning.
This knowledge just agitates. me more, now I’m going to be tired tomorrow. I try lying different ways in
bed, I even try swapping so my head is at the opposite end of the bed. I get up and make myself a hot
chocte which I only drink half of before tipping it down the sink, irritated. Eventually I go lie back
down and after another hour of staring at the ceiling, attempting to count sheep or whatever it is that
people do, I give up. I pull out myptop, open Netflix and hit y on a
random rom.
I jolt awake at my rm clock, exhausted, disoriented and grumpy. Myptop is still on myp and
open, although the screen is nked out. I don’t remember what happened in the
movie I was watching or even if I finished it. My neck and shoulders are aching from the
awkward way I was sitting to see the screen when I fell asleep and I have a killer headache. I drag
myself out of bed and into my bathroom. I groan as I look in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and the bags
under my eyes are big enough to pack for a two week vacation. The shadows under my eyes only
emphasise their weird, pale colour. Hopefully this won’t ruin Megan’s ns for whatever makeover she
intends to give me. I hop into the shower and try not to fall asleep under the warm, soothing water. I
hop out and throw on a pair of leggings and a tank top. Presentable enough to go wherever Megan
ns to drag me but not dressy
since she said we were having a rxing day. I don’t bother with makeup or blow drying my hair or
anything. No point
if I’m going to get all dolled upter. I do run a brush through my hair, but it’s pretty easy to manage
since my hair is so straight. I slip on a pair of flip flops and leave my room. I head straight to the front
door. Shaun is still standing there, in fact he looks rather bored, although not all that tired. I suspect he
got to sleep during the day beforeing to keep an eye on me all night.
“Hey, breakfast time. Come on in.” I don’t wait for him to respond as I turn to the kitchen. Shaun is
standing in the doorway, looking unsure.
“Oh chill out, it is too early for this drama. I cleared things up with Bemyst night. You cane
inside, you won’t get in trouble or anything. Promise.” I tell him, trying not to roll my eyes. I can see
doubt in his expression.
“You think I would lie to you?“I challenge, cing my hands on my hips and staring him
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down. He caves immediately, concern on his face.
“No of course not Miss Gale!” he insists as he pointedly steps inside, awkwardly staring at the
floor as if he isn’t sure where to look. I smile.
“Much better. Take a seat. I’m thinking eggs this morning, and orange juice. Always orange juice. Ooh
and cookies after.” I set about starting breakfast. Shaun insists on helping and in the end I leave him to
manage the eggs while I fetch sses, tes and cutlery since he doesn’t actually know where
anything is. I finish my task first and end up sitting at the table and letting him serve my food.
“This feels a little backwards, I’m the host here.” I remind him. He shrugs.
“I’m not here as your guest. I don’t expect you to serve me.”
“But there’s no reason you should be serving me either.” I add. Shaun shrugs.
“I like to cook.” I grin.
“Oh you will make some girl very happy one day I am sure.” Shaunughs.
“I hope so.” He sits down with his own food and we eat in silence. After we finish eating, I offer him
cookies as I run back to my room to grab my phone and my bag.
“So, I don’t know what exactly your ns are, but Bemy said you would be able to drive me down to
thepound this morning?” I rify. Shaun nods, a cookie in his mouth. He quickly swallows before
responding.
“Yup, I was told to stay with you until you’re with Alpha Kane or Miss Kane and Darrien. Or to call for
Aaron to take over if I should need to leave or sleep.” he exins.
“Sure, alright. I’m ready to leave whenever.” At this point it’s about nine thirty in the morning. If we leave
now I’ll be at thepound by about quarter to ten. That should be plenty early enough for whatever
Megan wants to get done today. Shaun nods, I grab Darrien’s cookies and we head out. He offers me
his arm the moment I have locked the front door and he leads me to a silver car. It’s a pretty decent car,
although not as fancy as the ck ones that Bemy and Megan seem to ride around in. I hop into the
passenger seat and
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make myselffortable. The drive is short but the vibrations of the car make it really hard to stay
awake. My eyelids are drooping as Shaun parks the car and I have to give myself a mental shove to
find the energy to get out the car. I stumble slightly as I make my way to the front door but, of course,
Shaun catches me and steadies me. We manage to reach the front. door without any kind of injury and
I knock. I then get to enjoy that super awkward time while you wait for someone to answer a door and
you just kind of stare at it and listen for footsteps. It feels like forever but is probably only a few seconds
before I hear shuffling and footsteps behind the door. It swings open and Darrien greets me with a nod
and smile.
“Well, that’s my cue to go take a nap.” Shaun waves, turns and walks off. I watch him walk away before
returning my attention to Darrien. I hand him the stic container of cookies.
“Your thank you gift from Maggie.”
“They look good. Come in. Alpha Kane and Miss Kane are in a meeting with the other Alphas. I doubt
they will be too much longer.” He leads the way and we head straight to the kitchen.