I hate him.
I’ve never really hated anyone, not even the stupid Gamma despite how much he makes fun of me. Hate takes too much energy, energy I don’t want to waste on others when I could spend it keeping me and Ben safe. Being a rogue means always being on edge, primed to fight, ready to defend yourself because there’s no pack to protect you.
But I’m glad to make an exception to this rule for James. I hate him the second he doesn’t respond to my accusation that he’s prejudiced against me with, “Of course I like you, Isabel. I don’t care that you’re a rogue, because you’re my mate.”
I wanted so badly for him to be different, for our runs and those notes and loaded looks to mean something. And I guess they did, but they didn’t mean what I wanted them to. I wanted them to be building bl
