Beauty and The Beta (Bailey) novel Chapter 161

A sudden thought filled me with fear. She had said numerous times he had rejected her, but the thought had never even occurred to me that she had accepted his rejection and rejected him too… if she hadn’t, then they would still have been bonded in some way. Was that the draw he still felt towards her? Because something seemed to bring him back to her. Something made him want to continue to keep reaching out to her. Or was that purely a lust for causing her pain? “Wait, he is a former mate, isn’t he? You did accept his rejection, didn’t you?” I could not help but narrow my eyes nor hide the fear that flooded through me. I didn’t care anymore if she could read the feelings I was experiencing. She needed to know. I don’t know why, but she did.

I noticed her roll her eyes at me in that ever so sarcastic way she so often has, that initially had driven me crazy, but now I had to say I had grown to love. “Oh no, I was hopeful that he may unexpectedly fall madly in love with me Asher, as you likely saw from the snippets of the messages you saw, or here” I find her phone quickly being flung in my direction, after she messed with it, causing me to quickly react in order to catch it. “There are more for you to see just how charming he is. He is such a catch, and I think he is just playing hard to get. A man any woman would be lucky to have.”

Her words are irrelevant right now, in this moment, as my eyes fall upon message, upon message from him. These were not from the number earlier. This specifically stated Miles as the name. I moved across the room to her. I had avoided joining her on her bed when we first entered her room, feeling it might be a little presumptuous. A little inappropriate. But, I needed to hold her right now. Needed to be there for her. Zion too. He was rippling beneath the surface, desperate to be near her.

His behavior regarding her was becoming stranger, but I had stopped trying to analyze it. I knew she wasn’t my mate, not a second chance mate, as there were none of those signs there, but my wolf, without a doubt, felt a draw towards the girl… and in truth, I think I may too...

“Sweetheart, these are horrendous.” I whispered, sitting awkwardly alongside her on her bed.

“I don’t want your sympathy, Asher. I know what they are.” She shrugged, like it was nothing.

Zion was whimpering now, both of us unsure how to respond to this reaction from her. I could sense a confusion from my wolf. An unease. He didn’t know how to respond to this situation, and I wondered if he could feel something from her wolf that I was unable to sense. Because they were seemingly communicating. But Zion was quiet, other than the whimpering, not sharing a thing with me. Leaving me to deal with all of this, absolutely clueless.