Norman:
"How is she?" I asked Jessica’s father, whose swollen eyes showed he was grieving the loss of his son.
I didn’t care.
But I couldn’t tell them not to cry. Parents cry even when their kid is wrong. Tears can an many things. Sotis, they co from guilt—for not helping shape their kids into better people.
"She is a ss," her father replied. "Now that you’re here, give her so dicine. I can’t look at her face right now." He had been distant from her ever since she saved Helanie’s life by killing her own brother.
She didn’t have to do it, we knew that. We were going to protect Helanie anyway, but Jessica taking that step still ant a lot.
I went into Jessica’s room, where everything was in chaos. She was sitting on the floor, covered in her own blood.
"Jessica, what have you done?" I rushed over and knelt down, holding her hands. Thankfully, the blood ca from scratches, not a serious injury.
She had thrown around the vases and decorations, which caused the bleeding.
"Bring the first-aid kit!" I shouted at the maid, helping Jessica up.
After tending to her wounds, I told the maids to get her so food. She had been sobbing nonstop the whole ti.
"I’ve lost everything, Norman. Look at my hands—they’re empty," she whispered, sitting on the bed, but ntally still on the ground where she had killed her brother.
"I lost you... killed my brother... and now my father can’t even look at ," she cried hysterically, patting her chest like she was trying to comfort herself.
"Things will get better, Jessica. I’ll be there for you, Helanie will be there for you. As for your father, he’ll understand your side too. Just give him so ti," I said, cupping her face, feeling sorry for her.
She had been my friend for a long ti and had stood by through everything.
"You’ll stay with ?" she asked, sniffling. I nodded. The maid brought in the food, and I had to feed her. It was sothing I had never done before, but I was doing it out of frustration.
Every ti Helanie’s face flashed in my mind, the way she was on top of Penn—I wanted to do sothing reckless too.
Jessica lay down and held my hand. Her eyes showed she wanted tonight.
I kept staring at her face, then at her hand over mine, and then I rembered how Helanie and Penn had kissed.
I nodded to Jessica and sat down—but on the chair next to her bed.
There was no way I would make a mistake that would cost even more damage.
’Finally, you didn’t do sothing stupid,’ my wolf said. He had been silent because he wanted to see what decision I’d make—so he could scold if I agreed to get in bed with Jessica.
"No! Nothing can make do that. My anger toward Helanie is one thing, but I won’t sleep with Jessica and Jessica false hope. And even if I wanted to, I don’t think I’d be able to feel anything with Jessica."
She lay down and finally fell asleep while I sat in the chair, my head resting back, eyes on the ceiling. But there was only one person on my mind.
"She was trying to get a rise out of you," Ro said, making scrunch my eyebrows.
"What do you an?" I asked. Not being very experienced in this area, I had to rely on Ro. It’s not like he was so expert either, but he gave decent suggestions and advice.
"She must have known you’d co back. Who even starts making out in the hallway? And Helanie—she never even kissed your brothers in front of you, let alone made out with random Penny in the hallway," Ro hissed.
"Penn," I corrected him.
"I don’t care. He can go to hell," Ro snapped, and he was right.
"I will make this Penn run so many rounds around the mountain tomorrow, he’ll forget what it’s like to kiss Helanie," I said, clenching my jaw as my anger slowly rose like lava.
"That’s the Norman I know. Look—he’s trying to steal her. Or maybe she did it to get a reaction out of you or out of anger. It doesn’t matter. What matters is, she’s not with our brothers now. So you’re not stealing her from them—you’re stealing her from Penn. That’s fair ga," Ro said, making close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"What are you trying to get out of ?" I hissed at him.
"A confession. You can tell how you feel about her," he whispered, trying to sound innocent—even though he was the reason everything got ssed up tonight.
"So you can cause more trouble? I was doing just fine—" I was in the middle of the conversation when Ro’s laughter cut off.
"Those baby steps will result in soone stealing her from you. I’m telling you, it’s the only way. Steal her from Penn. It will be hard—" Ro’s words made open my eyes, and he knew he had gotten under my skin.
"He knows how to reach a woman’s heart, and you? You only know how to lead a woman to the battleground. You need to step up your ga. Look! Won like bad boys. Soone who acts sexy. You need to act sexy in front of Helanie," Ro suggested.
And for a mont, I wondered if that was it.
Maybe Penn was acting more sexy? I an, I don’t know how to be sexy or hot. So that makes sense.
"You’re not setting up for disaster again?" I asked.
"No! I just know that even if you’re too shy to admit your feelings, you want her. And I want to be the first person who only puts you and your happiness first."
I quickly closed my eyes when tears started to itch at the corner of them.
"Helanie worries about you too. You deserve love and care, Norman," he said. And he was right.
"That’s it. I don’t want her care—or her worries—I want more."
Finally, I had made up my mind. I would do what my wolf was telling to do.
"Just do everything right. Be sexy—and make her feel jealous. Won love when they are pinned against the wall. Be aggressive but also romantic," Ro said. I nodded and closed my eyes. That is what I will do. I will show her I can be that too.
I don’t sleep much—just a few minutes at a ti. But that night, in those few monts, I saw Helanie in my dream.
That was the first ti I ever had a dream like that. She looked radiant, beautiful—like soone who should be mine.
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