âi know i messed up. let me fix it.â jar & len !
Part of what Jared hated about being in the pack was that he could never have secrets. So he always did what he could to keep certain things out of his brain. And the only person he trusted them with was Lennon, or Angela. Two of the people closest to him, two of the people able to peel back the layers he built up to maintain a tough exterior. And yet, one day while running with Paul a private conversation came to light and Jared was furious. So furious, he didnât talk to Lennon for about two weeks until she came knocking on his door. Heâd almost ripped it off in his ire. âMessed up? Thatâs putting it kinda lightly, donât you think?â He snarled, stepping forward. He mustâve looked angry enough because she scrambled back from him, and for the first time looked mildly afraid.
âI trust you. I trust you with things I donât trust with anyone else, Sam, Cami, Paul. Things Iâm afraid to say to them and you just go and tell Paul the one thing I needed you to keep quiet.â His jaw clenched and released, over and over again. âYou are my family, Len. And sometimes we donât like our family, we get to be angry, but I still love you. Right now, though? I need you to back the hell off. You fucked me on this one. You got everyone up my ass worried. Iâm the beta. My place is to care for the pack, and look after Sam. I am no oneâs burden.â He paused then before he sighed, and moved close, slowly. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he kissed the top of her head. âI love you, Len, but you gotta let me be mad for a lil.â










