Lesley’s POV
I stayed away for as long as I could. But around midday, I was cold, hungry and tired. I wanted to go home and sleep. Perhaps if I was lucky, the rejection was written on the fridge and I didn’t have to see Cedrick again.
I could run back to my old pack. Become my Uncle’s pet again and just live life like a hollow f**k-doll. I would die of an STD or AIDS or some s**t like that in a couple of years and then--- and then…
And then I’d be free…
I opened the patio door and walked in. His scent was the first thing that assaulted my senses. For a split second, my heart clenched, knowing I would never smell it again once he rejected me…
“Hey!”
I jumped around, coming face to face with a newly showered Cedrick. He had a wild look on his face and his voice was harsh and stern. He
