They Fell Into Bed [Editing]

XIV. N

Okay, so when I started writing this, I was like "woo! the story is getting all actiony and drama filled!" but towards the end I just kind of sputtered out of fuel for the chapter. So, I apologize in advance. I know some of you might not like this chapter, maybe because of my not-so-perfect writing, or because of what happens, but bear with me! It gets better! 

P.S. As far as I've looked past what I'm writing now- to the end of the story- I predict only a handful of chapters left. I know, I know, it's short, and wasn't exceptional in its development, but I have to thank all of you guys for reading it even when it's not the best, and even reading it at some of its star moments! It's been fun writing this, but don't worry, this isn't a farewell to the story yet- I'm predicting at least 7-10 chapters left, it all depends on how long each chapter is.

Hey, also check out the song on the side, it's When I Go by slow Club, I thought it kind of fit this chapter.

Well, this was an extremely long note, so I'm just going to stop here, and let you guys read! Woo!

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Dirt and grass went flying as she pelted through the clearing, running to her house on the edge of the area. She was breathing hard, trying to blink back furious tears, but they rebelliously slipped from her eyes. 

"Damn it," she muttered, quickly wiping the heel of her hand across her eyes, roughly rubbing away the blurry wetness. Harper's heart felt like it was ripping into shreds. 

'No,' she thought to herself, 'It's like someone threw it on the ground and stomped on it. With disgusting stiletto heels,' she spat in her mind, thinking of Samara. She always knew that Samara was "close" with most males in the pack, but she didn't think that she would go that far. Not with her mate. Not with Bryson. 

She snorted at that thought. It wasn't like anyone even knew they were mates. They all still thought she was just some worthless fertile.

She passed several pack members, and they turned to stare at the girl who was crying and rushing from the pack house curiously. She knew Greyson was probably out there in that group, probably wondering what was wrong with her. But she didn't care. 

"Harper!" she heard her brother yell, and she sped up. She felt him rush up behind her, and he yanked on her wrist, pulling her to a sudden stop. She turned and snarled at him viciously, roughly pulling her wrist from his grip. 

"Adam, don't. I'm not in the mood to talk." Harper's eyes flashed, and Adam's brows furrowed in confusion.

"What's wrong? Come on, there has to be a reason for you running out of the pack house like a bat out of hell, and I'm willing to bet it was either your period or your mate." Adam cracked a smile, trying to make a joke, but it dropped at her look and actions. "Was it?" Adam asked, catching the way Harper flinched when he said 'mate'. "It is, isn't it? What did he do? I'll kick his ass," Adam growled, feeling his heart crack at the thought of his little sister in pain. He knew how hard mate problems could hit, even though he hadn't found his yet. He reached for his sister, aiming to wrap her in a comforting hug, but she ducked out of his arms, jumping back a few feet. 

"Adam, stop. I don't want your pity, or anyone else's." The tears flowed freely down her face, marring her skin, and he felt another pang in his heart. 

"Harper, just-"

"NO, Adam. Stop. Don't. Just.. just let me get away from here. I can't do this," she muttered, almost to herself, before turning on her heel and taking off. Adam watched as she disappeared from his view, around the side of the clearing.