Book one of three in the Forbidden Alliance Trilogy
Jay Dee doesn't know where she came from, who she is, or why she washed up on the beach when she was a child. The only life she had ever known was on the reservation with her tribe and pack. In a w...
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"Sweetheart, you have to go to school today. It's been a week."
"No!" I yelled for the millionth time. "Leave me alone!"
Why won't anyone leave me alone? All I want is to be left alone, to hide in my room like a coward, and refuse to face the world.
Is that too much to ask?
Obviously it is since no one has left me alone since my birthday.
That asshole, whose name I refused to think or say, made my birthday the greatest day of my life. But, not to be outdone, he then quickly made it the worst.
Even now, I start to tear up thinking about it.
His words kept echoing through my mind, ripping at my heart and soul. Never in my life had I felt more dirty, ashamed, and disgusted of what I am than I did that night, and still did over a week later.
In his opinion, I was nothing more than a disgusting mutt, a dog of inferior birth, who shouldn't be breathing the same air as him.
Asshole.
"You need to eat something," Mom argued.
"I'm not hungry," I mumbled.
"You don't have a choice, so get your melancholy ass downstairs."
Goddamn moms.
I rolled out of bed and sulked down the hall, stomping loudly down the stairs as I went. Once I hit the living room, a knock came at the door.
Instantly I was growling, thinking it was a trap.
I sniffed; not Jerk-face.
I opened the door and standing there was a deliveryman with a large vase filled with three dozen roses.
"Delivery for Jay Dee Lightfoot," he said with a smile.
"Stay," I growled, causing him to jump, startled, and grabbed Jarvis' wallet off the table and took a twenty from it. "I want you to deliver these back to sender. Here's twenty bucks for your time." I took his pen and scribbled the address on the signature line and broke each rose, just as he broke my heart. "Tell him I said to go get a tan without his ring," I snarled before slamming the door in the stunned, and very confused, deliveryman's face.
"That wasn't very mature," Jarvis informed from the kitchen doorway. "And you owe me twenty bucks."
I flipped him off and pushed past him before flopping down at the kitchen table.
Like a stereotypical teenager who got her heart broken, I glared at everyone and everything, even the food.
I hadn't eaten in days. I hadn't showered. Hadn't gone to school or to work. I was pretty damn confident that I had been wearing the same pajamas I went to bed in on my birthday.
