Jake's POV
Letting her stay was the logical choice.
That was what I told myself, anyway, as I headed back to my office after an infuriating meeting with Simon. The Beta had been annoyingly reasonable about the whole situation, insisting I couldn’t throw Brielle out when she was still so clearly recovering. And fine, maybe he had a point.
I didn’t trust her. I didn’t want her here. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to send her off to fend for herself: not when she looked like she’d been chewed up and spit out by whatever life she’d been running from.
Or maybe it was the mate bond screwing with my head, whispering that she was mine and needed my protection.
Either way, I hated it.
The girl was trouble, plain and simple. And I didn’t have room for trouble in my life: not now, not ever.
