Chapter 138 Bailey

• My body slid down the wall next to my bedroom door until I was sitting upon the floor with my back against the wall, tears falling from my eyes at hearing Asher's words. My body racked with painful sobs. Everything he was saying was everything I wanted to hear. He was the most perfect guy, of that I had no doubt, but he had been telling me what I should do, and I didn’t need that right now. I do not need someone dictating to me what I can and cannot do. That is not what I need. I have had that for too long from Miles. And while I know Asher is no Miles, I do not need him telling me what to do. I needed his understanding…
• I needed Asher to understand how all of this was working. Yet he didn’t seem to. He had heard what he had heard and jumped to the angry conclusion he had. But, ultimately, I needed to do the right thing for my family. I needed to do what was expected of me. I doubt he would understand… he had barely mentioned his family to me. But mine, while I was not particularly close to them all the time, they expected a lot of me, and I had a lot to prove to them.
• As our pack's Beta family, there were expectations of us, and my parents had always made us feel them growing up. Pressure upon us to maintain our reputation and image. Jordan was their perfect son, as the next in line, as Beta - not to mention, an all-out sports star, and one of the most popular guys in school. Morgan, their sweet, beautiful, youngest daughter – little miss popular in school, and head cheerleader. And then there was me, the middle daughter. The one that was easy to forget. The non-descript, boring one, as I have been so often described, because I enjoyed my studies. So unlike my other two siblings. The amount of times people had questioned if I was adopted with how unlike my brother and sister I was had hurt, but it was a question people thought was amusing.