Ryan
I’m grateful when Blair leaves the kitchen. I’ve never liked that woman. She is a psychopath, and I’m ready to s**t-talk with Sally, but pause when I notice her getting up from her seat—only to sit down beside Ashton.
At first, jealousy churns within me, but I can’t get mad. Ashton looks too broken, too ready to fall apart for me to turn him into my enemy. Yet my heart still falls to my stomach when Sally places her hand over his.
“She could be lying,” Sally says. “Gwyneth could still be yours, Ashton.”
He meets her eyes, and I will be damned, my brother of an Alpha sobs, and Sally hugs - f*****g hugs - him.
Holy s**t. When did they get so close?! I stare at Ashton and Sally, my eyes glued to the scene, until I feel a light tap on my shoulder. It’s Lydia, Sally’s red-haired tiny
