"You know you can't resist me much longer." He continued to trail kisses down my neck and jaw. I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping. "I am your mate and Alpha, I order you to not touch any male or flirt with them." "In case you have forgotten, I'm a rogue, I don't have to listen to you." The alpha growled and I couldn't stop the smirk from forming on my lips. He pushed me harder onto the wall and moved closer so every inch of our bodies were touching. It took every ounce of strength I had to stop myself from jumping him right there. He moved his hand to caress my cheek and I found myself leaning into his touch. "When I first laid my eyes on you, you were mine. If I see any male looking at you inappropriately or longer than necessary, that will be the last thing they see. You are mine and only mine. I'm not one to share what belongs to me."

Journey Durant's father warned her, "Someday you'll have to lie in the bed you've made." But she didn't believe him... until now. She has just received news that her ex-boyfriend is about to be released from prison, and this reformed bad girl can't shake the feeling that her troubled past is coming home with him. The town of Emerson, Georgia has forgiven and forgotten her involvement in the most publicized tragedy in the town's history, but only because of her three-year absence, her prominent Southern Baptist family, and her marriage to the closest thing her small town has to a superhero. Bullets and emotions fly, leaving Journey to realize that no matter what penance she has done for her past, the mistakes of her youth still carry unpaid penalties. The Wattpad version of The Bed She Made is dedicated to my niece, @neondark.