I sit at the edge of my bed, gripping the sheets, thinking. My mind feels like it’s a jumble of tangled wires without a single strand I can hold on to and unfurl the mess inside. Worst of all, my feelings are the most confusing of them all.
I almost kissed Dmitri today.
Or more accurately, Dmitri almost kissed me today. And I had anticipated it, craved it even, wishing and hoping he’d close the distance between us. And when Andre interrupted us, I’d been unbelievably, unexplainably disappointed.
Burying my head in my palms, I sigh.
I keep telling myself to focus, but everything is a mess. I’m a mess. Had I always been this much of a mess or is this pack house and a certain alpha’s presence turning me into something else entirely?
I groan and flop back in bed.
I need to get all of thi
