Chapter 162 Asher

• Having Bailey turn my offer of accompanying her to the wedding down so emphatically hurt, that I can’t lie. Especially when Morgan was so freely open to allowing Marc to escort her. I had heard Bailey’s arguments for why she didn't think it was a good idea, and while they made some sense, I still wanted to go. Showing that former fated mate of hers that Bailey would no longer allow him to have control. That she had support now. I wanted to be that support.
• But, instead, I had remained in the pack, the way Bailey had asked of me. Left feeling like I was going out of my mind. Finding things to do in order to distract my simple little mind. But so often my mind would wander back to Bailey. Curious how her visit back home was going, and if she was being treated with respect. I had fought as hard as I could to resist the urge to reach out to her knowing she needed space… I had snapped at far too many unsuspecting pack members in my low mood… until I relented and messaged Marc.
• No doubt he would not allow me to hear the end of it upon his return, but he had gone with them, and it meant I did not have to message Bailey directly to ensure she was okay. He could also make sure she was safe for me, because I couldn’t help the sinking feeling within my stomach that she was in danger there. That the former fated mate of hers was dangerous, whether he claimed to be moving on or not.