The Alpha's Other Woman by Vielle Nye (best fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

I traced my finger along the pattern on his arm. I met his eyes. "Does this have a meaning?"

"Wish I had a great story to tell you, but when I was about eighteen my friends were going to get done by some witches, and I just thought it would be cool."

I smiled at the idea of him at that age, although through the bond flowed something deeply sad. A million questions spun through my mind, and I sensed that he could feel them, because he said, "We'll learn everything about each other, but first I want to properly introduce you to the pack."

"Alright. I can go anytime."

"We should grab whatever you'll need for tonight, or a few nights, or...?"

"I'll stay with you. If that's what you want." It felt like I was jumping off a cliff, or something equally reckless. Maybe I was, but could I trust him? The tenderness of my neck begged me to. He wouldn't have marked me, let me mark him, if he didn't plan to stay with me, right? This was not the same as Asshole Dane stringing me along for years.

I would have to tell him about that, but the idea of admitting my previous decisions to him turned my stomach to lead.

"Of course I do. If I could skip back a couple of weeks I would. I’m serious. I never meant it. But every time I tried to talk to you about it, we’d end up fighting."

I glanced at him. "It isn't all your fault," I assured him. Asshole Dane had taken a good chunk out of my confidence before Jason had ever met me, and I’d been hostile to protect myself. I pushed aside the memory, but then the worry about what Jason would think about that whole mess in my old pack nagged me harder.

I chewed my lip and tried not to think about how Jason would react about my sordid past if—when—he found out about it. I dressed and threw a few things into a bag.