Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0276

This fucking Beta seemed to have a death wish. But he seemed to also want Bailey. And that was simply not going to work. I did not like the way she was looking at him. I had seen that look from her before, though maybe not quite as intense. And that was to the warrior boy. She had more than a thing for this one... she had best not have given herself to this one. She was mine. Fated to me. My mate. I felt fury rippling through me, as her new "friend" glared at me from her side on the bed.

"Fucking pack business?!" he snapped at me angrily. "No, it is you here in a desperate bid to get her back because you fucked up. Why the hell would she want to listen to you?"

He sure had a fucking nerve. I will give him that much! He knew I was an upcoming Alpha yet spoke down to me like I was a nobody. I would destroy him if given a chance. If it wasn't for his beefed-up Alpha buddy, I would have kicked his ass by now. I needed the opportunity to speak to Bailey, but that would only come if I behaved. I knew that. This Alpha Caleb had made that more than clear...

"It is our business. Fuck all to do with you." I snarled. "I have things I need to say to her. Things she needs to listen to."

"If it is to do with Bailey, it is to do with me..." The Beta began.

"Stop!" Bailey interrupted, and my eyes darted towards her. A smile formed on my face. I think my plan was working... "I want to hear what he has to say." she added, and at that moment, my heart soared. She was willing to hear me out. I knew mentioning our expected loyalty to pack would make this choice hard for her. It was something all of our pack members are taught, but something her family, especially her father, are extremely dedicated to. It was what made Bailey keep coming back to pack when so many others would have run by now, I was sure of it...

I saw the sheer disappointment

upon the Beta boy's face. He looked desolate. Absolutely heartbroken. Haha. I loved it. Every fucking moment. He hoped she would not want to hear me out. He hoped she would tell me to leave and never come back. But the thing was, there would always be a connectio

between Bailey and me. We had grown up together. Our families

were like family. Despite the animosity between us, we had been close until she started doing better than me in school. Then she was simply nothing more than an

irritation.

I hated that she could so easily excel while I struggled. And when I turned to her for help she refused, saying I would never learn if I didn't do the work myself. Everyone else in the pack would bend over backward for me, do whatever I asked of them, but this girl, she never did. And I hated her for it. She never saw me as special because of my title. Maybe that was because we were fated and somewhere deep down she knew it, but her lack of respect infuriated me further.

"Well, she has said she will hear you out, Miles. Yet, you stand there not saying a word. Get on with it. It is late, and Bailey needs to rest.” Apha Caleb said icily, interrupting my thoughts, and I looked at him as

coldly as he had spoken to m

walked to the edge of her bed, where she looked up at me tentatively. She did not look quite as stunning as she had when she walked into our pack this morning. But despite the injuries, and the wildness of her hair, I could still see the natural beauty that lay beneath. Maybe it had been there all along, and I had just allowed my resentment towards her to make me miss it...

"Bailey, I hope you will give me a chance to explain myself properly." I said quietly, and she nodded.

"Well, that is what you came for, isn't it?" she said, and I had to smile. She may be injured, but her attitude was evidently not hurt. "And I think I am due an explanation, if not an apology."

"I believe so." I nodded, hating all the

other curious eyes being upon us, but knowing likely had no other choice right now. "Look, I owe you an apology, I know that. Hell, I owe you many apologies. I never did treat you the way you deserved. Not since we were young, anyway. You can't deny we had fun growing up?" I looked at her, and she was looking down toward her hands, fiddling with her fingers, which made me wonder if she did not want to think of the memories of us all growing upNôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

together. They were good memories, she had to know that.