Screw My Childhood Sweetheart—His Alpha Brother Marked Me First!

Chapter 30 His expression went stony as he watched the colors swirl . I wanted to know more , to ask a million different things about what haunted him . But I wouldn't want to answer those questions myself . So instead , I turned back to the creek . I lost myself in the sound of the water , the feel of the breeze , the cool moss beneath my hands . I let my mind drift . Every time a memory threatened to take me under , I focused on something I could see , hear , touch , or smell . And not once did I feel alone .

Even though this person was a stranger , even though we didn't speak a word , I was comforted by his presence . Something about the knowledge that I wasn't the only one hurting , the only one trying to make peace with ghosts . At some point , the sky shifted and the breeze turned chilly . I forced myself to stand . " I should go . " He climbed to his feet as I did . " Thanks for sitting with me- " " Vaughn , " he answered . My mysterious stranger had a name . " Vaughn , " I echoed , my tongue rolling around the letters . It fit him . He raised a brow in question . " Senna . " He nodded .

" Let me make sure you get back . We're losing light , and the last thing I need is a dead girl on my conscience . " I stiffened at his words , all the warmth and comfort I'd felt earlier dropping away in an instant . " It sounds like it would be easier for you if I took a tumble off a cliff on my way home . " He took a step closer . " You have no idea what's easy for me and what isn't . " My heart rattled against my ribs . " Well , let me make this one thing easier . " I turned on my heel and fled . ...

I held a Diet Coke can to my burning eyes - not from crying this time , but from a sleepless night spent drawing ice - blue eyes that wouldn't leave me alone . I'd tossed and turned last night , unable to get comfortable . My skin felt too tight for my body , and I'd had the deep need to move . For the first time in my life , I'd wanted to go running . Instead , I'd pulled out my pastels and begun to draw . I'd filled page after page , not even conscious of what I was creating until ice - blue eyes stared back at me . Vaughn . He was taunting me , even in my subconscious .

16:59 Screw My Childhood Sweetheart - His Alpha Brother Marked Me First ! 25.9 % Chapter 30 I lifted the can from my face and cracked it open . Drinking deep , I prayed for it to clear away some of the brain fog . My bagel popped up in the toaster , and I quickly spread some cream cheese on it . Just as I finished , my phone dinged . Caspian : Consider this me ringing your doorbell . I wrapped my bagel in a paper towel with one hand and typed with the other . Me : Lazy . Caspian : Rude . I slid my phone into my back pocket and slung my backpack over my shoulder .

Grabbing my bagel and my Diet Coke , I headed for the door . I paused before I opened it , listening . I didn't hear the television , and I wasn't sure what that meant exactly . Instead of letting myself sink into worry about my mom , I headed for the truck . Caspian hopped out of the back seat and held the door open . He gave an exaggerated bow . " Madame , would you like me to lift you into your chariot ? " I snorted . " I could just use you as a step stool to climb in . " " I like the way she thinks , " River called from the front seat .

Caspian bent at the waist as if to make himself into a stool. I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him up . " Quit it , would you ? " He shot me a grin that made his ice - blue eyes sparkle . Something about them reminded me a lot of Vaughn's . I hopped into the truck and Caspian followed , Knox starting the engine again as we did . I glanced over at Caspian . " Do you have a brother ? " He stiffened and the vehicle went still . " Why ? " My gaze swept around each face pointed in my direction . The expressions were varied , but none were what I'd call warm .

" Uh , I met someone who has eyes that look a lot like yours. You don't see many people with eyes that light a blue . " ( 0 ) 0 ( 0 ) Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.