Page 90 of Drown My Sorrow

I fold my arms under my breasts and refuse the food Beau is trying to feed me. “I don’t want anything to do with them. Let’s just go home. Please, Shale, take me home.”

Shale calmly takes the spoon and holds it to my mouth. “Eat, and we’re staying.”

I glare at him. “You’re not my alpha.”

His eyes snap up, full of fire, and I suddenly know I’ve pushed him too far. “I can change that right now if you want.”

I shiver and open my mouth.

“Wise decision.”

I chew mutinously.

Kelly walks into the room and stands there in his wetsuit looking every inch the surfing god he is. I refuse to give him more than a cursory look.

What did he mean he gave up everything?

I don’t care. I hate him.

Keagan puts an arm over my shoulder and smiles at the intruder. At least I have one alpha on my side.

“Ready to win, Raines?”

Kelly makes a sound. “Yeah, I hope to.”

Beau stands up and pulls me with him. “Let's go, then.”

“No!” I dig my heels in.

Beau stops and looks at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to see them all, so you can just deal with it. Those reporters with all the vile things they’ll say will be there. It’s their fault. I don’t want to.”

“Come on, one more day. I promise today’s going to be different.”

“How is it going to be different?” I snap.

“Because I’m here!” Beau purrs, and, before I can think, he’s hefted me up and over his shoulder, and we’re on our way down to the beach.

My turmoil must flow through the bonds, but he ignores it, pulsing back warm, steady, calm energy.

He puts me down on the beach and turns his head. I follow his gaze and find the five remaining pack members walking almost in time with each other.

I scoff. What a lie. What a crock of shit.

What a-

I pause, a huge wave filling my vision, but, this time, I go under, it catches me up, stronger than any force I’ve ever felt.

Beau snaps his fingers. I blink up at him. The wave disappears from my mind. What the hell is this vision?

“Welcome back, my little bag of sunshine and miracles.”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you calling me a bag?”

“Of course, I am, a bag of sunshine and miracles, remember?” Beau pokes the tip of my nose.

I growl at him and follow as he retreats onto the beach. Beau laughs and stays just out of my reach.

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