Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0201

First I had stupidly answered the call from my Dad. I should have known that was never going to be a good thing to do with Asher right next to me, but when my phone was incessantly ringing, I didn't feel I had much choice. But for him to them break the news I was expected at the wedding, well, I was a little shocked. Surely, the wedding could continue without me there?

The wedding was no shock. After all, Morgan had updated me with the whole sorry mess. That, after all, was why she was here. And the poor she- wolf who had agreed to marry the nut-job psychopath who would likely one day be the Alpha of my pack, had my sympathy. She was more than welcome to him too, and she would need every ounce of luck she could find to tolerate him. That is all I could say! But, I did not expect to be forced to go to the wedding of the dick who had treated me like shit for so many years... bullied me and treated me like I was below him... not to mention the fact I had been fated to him, and he had chosen I was not worthy of him so rejected me. Were none of those good enough reasons for me to be permitted to avoid the wedding of the fucking century?! Allow Alpha Ass to marry and let me live here in peace?

But now I had Asher looking at me, his face taut with what I can only assume was irritation. I had a feeling he had heard every word of the conversation between me and my Dad. Truly not the thing I need right now, because it didn't reflect well on my Dad or my pack. Though Asher knew the mess that was my pack... the mess that I had been put through. But still, I did not want him questioning me about this. He didn't look impressed, that is for sure... and, he took me by surprise as he spoke. "You are not going back there."

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering who the hell he thought he was dictating to me what I would and wouldn't be doing. No, I didn't want to go, and thought my Dad had no right to be saying I should, but this seemed an awful lot to me, like Asher was telling me I couldn't go. He had no right to tell me what to do. And I looked at him, my palms becoming sweaty. "Pardon?"

"You can't go back." He insisted.

And I shook my head. "Did you fail to hear what was just said to me, Asher? I am being requested there by my Alpha." I informed him. He had no clue how nasty my Alpha family could be when pushed, or when we did not follow their orders. Yes, Alpha Marshall was my Uncle, my Dad's best friend, but he ran that pack strictly. He was a truly sweet guy to those he loved, and treated them well, but as an Alpha he could be an ass. Ruthless and brutal when he wanted to be. If rules were broken, he did not take prisoners... Though, I can only say, I dread to think how the place would be run when Miles took over because he appeared to have ideas a hundred times worse than his Dad.

“That fucker has treated you like shit Bailey, and he has made threats to you. Why the hell would they request for you to attend his fucking wedding." His voice was shaking now, and I could see he was on edge. I understood what he was saying, and the thing was, I agreed, but I knew I had no say in it.

"Asher, I am sorry, but I don't get to choose on this. My Dad is telling me, he is pack Beta, and it is being requested by my Alpha. You know they are only allowing me here because of their goodwill. I don't do as they want, they could withdraw that." I warned him and a deep growl emitted from him as he punched the bed, making me flinch back suddenly, shocked at his temper.

"Let me come with you." he suggested. "As a couple." He is almost pleading with me now, and I know this is because he is worrying about me. In all honesty, I love the idea of him accompanying me, but I know that me turning up with a new partner would only be seen as me trying to bait Miles. Trying to cause issues. Making the day about me, and I honestly don't think it would be the right thing to do. I know how their minds worked. I shook my head at him.

"That wouldn't work. It would cause issues." I explained.

"So you do actually care what he thinks then?" he snapped. "Is that what this is?"

My eyes widened at his words. Did he think I had feelings for Miles? After everything, I had admitted to him. I had opened up to him more than I had anyone, and he knew all the things I had been put through because of that dick, yet here we were, Asher jumping to the conclusion that I had feelings for the man that had made my life a living hell for the past goddess knows how many years.

"Oh yeah, my every waking thought is worrying about what Miles fucking Davenport is thinking. I base my every day around what would please him, on making him happy." I hissed in anger "You fucking idiot." I snapped, tears beginning to falt, as I stood from the bed, stooping

to get my dress. Needing desperately to get away from him now. Unable to believe he would have suggested something like of me, knowing all the hurt I had been through.

"Bailey, please." Asher spoke, his voice trembling.

"Please what?" I turned to him, as I slipped the dress over my naked body, not caring for the fact my underwear was on the floor. Half of it ripped to shreds at Asher's hands. "You think this is what I want? I am doing as I am being asked, Asher and nothing more. I don't give a fucking shit what he does or what happens to him. Hopefully, that new mate of his will get sick of him and kill him in the night. But, I will not have you accusing me of shit like that."

He stepped from the bed too, and I did my best to avoid looking at the perfect form of his naked body as he moved toward me. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I am worried about you. I don't think it is right they are asking you to return for his wedding." He urged. "I don't think you should be

going."

“While I appreciate your worry. You do not get to choose what I do. I am not your mate.” I said to him, quickly picking my things from the floor and rushing out of his room toward the front door as tears slipped from my eyes. How had we gone from being so close... so perfect... to this fucking mess so quickly?