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11.Actions Speak Louder
CALEB I hated rogues. Every time I saw one, it reminded me of my mate’s face, of her lifeless pale features that were once as bright and beautiful as sunshine. It was a good morning when I woke up but then it did not remain as good as I expected it to be when Esther walked in—unannounced and barged into the room without knocking. My rage came off in shredded ribbons, but the last thing I wanted was to let Valerie see the extent of my wrath. For some reason, my protective side emerged when it came to her. And this was the exact reason Esther got away. But it seemed that my morning was a whole lot annoying when I met Ethan. He was as useless as a fishnet condom, unable to run a pack like theirs and always came running to me for help. If I had not been so politically motivated to expand m
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