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.
