Her Forever (Book 2)- Chapter 12

Jack

The quick kiss I gave Rosalie on the cheek was electrifying. I know she is starting to feel the mate bond. It takes humans longer to recognize the bond than supernaturals. Their little bodies just can’t understand that kind of gift.

Once leaving her in the foyer, I headed upstairs, where Bruce was waiting for me. He had mind-linked me while I was showing Rosalie around, letting me know he’d gotten all her background information. As much as I wanted to stay with her and show her more, I knew I had to see what we might be dealing with. I needed to know what she was so afraid of instead of forcing her to talk to me.

sonally, but she would give a big smile nodding her head enthusiastically. Rosalie was still quiet around me, the only person she reacted well to was Amanda, but I had to keep Amanda away from her mate for the next few days because she’d found her mate. Rosalie will just have to make due with me, which I’m happy about anyway.

re and Werewolf history in here. If she really wanted answers, she could hunt through the books for some.

back of the house and was three stories tall. One could easily get lost or play hide and seek for hours.

to read?” I asked

reading.” She continued to walk down one side of the room

d her.

Great Gatsby, Jane Austin, Pride and Prejudice, a

ff.”

f theme. It was just a…” she paused, “a good escape.”

th concern.

h.

as I could as I stroked the sides of her arms. Trembling of her lips started, and then she took deep breaths and closed her eyes; her heart began to race.

d my hands with hers.

. I’m sorry. I’d rather not talk about those things right now,” she whispered. Knowing she wouldn’t say anything more, I led her outside.

to shreds.

irritable babies trying to get him to sleep, then Rosalie saw the baby. Her eyes widened, and a small smile came to her lips.

still too damn obvious with their actions and words.

n know it. Emma smiled at me and linked me, “She’s beautiful, Alpha. A mother to the community already.” I smiled with pride at the comment.

. Werewolves can live to be very old, and once you start to be in tune with your Wolf, you can sense things that younger Werewolves can’t. Rosalie was lightly humming as she rocked the

is far is a feat unto itself. Once she gave back the baby, Bruce had linked me, telling me he had her background information.

“Alright, show me what you found,” I reached my hand for the documents.

. I know what is best for my mate; I will protect her in any way I can. Ripping the papers from his hand, I began to skim through.

hours old. She jumped to different foster care homes until she was 7 and taken in by a single parent, Derek Vanderhoff. Staying until she wa

asked Bruce. Bruce shrugged his shoulders.

keep low is interesting. She’s smart though, I don’t think it was fake. She

dar like that; everything is digital,” I hummed in response.

n shed some light on some things? She probably got hurt a

d. I didn’t think of that one.

on.”

old fashion way.”

Rosalie

es from the kiss Jack planted on my right cheek, I decided to find Amanda. Before even going near her bedroom door, I was going to text her. Who knows if she was doing

Rosalie:

you up to?”

Amanda:

come hang?”

Rosalie:

Taking a break from Tyso

Amanda:

me in the mirror.

led at me, “Hey there, I’m Benjamin.” I gave a small wave.

orry to bother you, I really liked the music y

a blank look. I didn’t watch much TV; I always stuck my nose in books or computers because they were quiet.

ds, trying to shield myself since he was prancing towards me.

mpy OK?” Amanda scolded him like a child.

orite movie! Have you seriously been living under a rock? In the dark? In a cold dark basement somewhere because there is no way you haven’t heard of this movie!” B

n’t, but I would love to watch.” Benjamin was funny and was really making me laugh. “What song were you listening to?”

alked out, and I continued inside his room. The walls were a bright royal blue with white floating shelves filled with plants of succ

neat freak, only because my mom would beat me if I didn’t clean.” He chuckled as I looked at him flustered; I wasn’t sure what to say.

eat you?” I asked, upset.

her phone. I glanced back at Benjamin. “You aren’t alone, Benjamin.” He looked up at me with his eyes glassy. “There are a lot of people that go through what you went through; having a parent, or foster parent, hurt them.”

I can talk to you, Benjamin. Do you want to share stories?”

id, face turning red.

share my story with anyone in such a long time. Many would laugh, and I also had a few adults check on my home situation just to turn away. They couldn’t find anything wrong. So I stopped trying to get help. I stopped telling people because the more

im; here, I thought your real parents couldn’t hurt you, but her

ifted, deciding to share my story with Benjamin.

nd sat at the end of the bed. Her hands intertwined with both of ours as Benjamin began his story.