I sat in my room staring blankly at anything I could. just thinking about everything that had happened since we took Aly and Yasmaine.
They were both turned, Yasmaine turned out to be an outlaw, they both have mates that they seem happy with, and last but not least, I fell in love.
I can't take my mind away from Yasmaine for one moment of the day. she's someone I didn't expect to love.
I was always that person that always found a girl by the end of the night.
When I was human, I was nothing but a skirt chaser. all I wanted was sex. all I thought I needed was someone's body. I went out, got drunk, and brought home any girl I could find. I never remembered their names, and in the morning. they were gone.
Every morning I woke up alone. every day I survived alone. I thought I could be independent forever.
When I met the boys, they quickly became my friends, but I did everything the same. nothing changed.
When Harry decided to finally take Aly and Yasmaine, I didn't care.
But when I saw her, I had to have her. Harry had already claimed her and there was nothing I could do.
I watched the terror in her eyes when I held her against that wall in the alley.
I hated myself for making her feel like that.
I let my feelings get in the way. I fell hard.
I was taken from my thoughts by myself yawning and I felt the sleepiness take over. I closed my eyes and thought sweet things as I drifted off.
