Listen to me 107

In “Listen to Me 107,” the story unfolds at a lively party where the protagonist, Benedict, experiences a poignant moment with Sloane, a spirited girl who shares her first kiss with him. The kiss ignites a rush of emotions for Benedict, who feels a strong connection with Sloane, especially in light of the bullying she faced from others in the pack. Despite his mother’s disapproval and probing questions about his actions, Benedict stands firm in his defense of Sloane, showcasing his protective instincts and growing feelings for her.

As the night progresses, Benedict’s thoughts are consumed by Sloane, and he finds solace in the memories of their kiss. His sister Bethany provides a light-hearted perspective on the party’s dynamics and their mother’s stern demeanor, but Benedict’s heart remains tethered to Sloane. He is eager to see her again and reflects on the genuine side of her that he glimpsed, contrasting it with the facade she often presents to the world. This longing deepens his resolve to pursue a relationship with her, filled with anticipation and a hint of playful uncertainty about how she might respond.

Meanwhile, the narrative shifts to Scarlet, who grapples with the disappointment of not being mated to Will, whom she thought was her destined partner. Seeking comfort, she visits Sloane, who welcomes her with open arms. Their bond is evident as they indulge in junk food and share secrets, providing a safe space for each other amidst their emotional turmoil. Sloane reveals her aspirations to take over Alpha Waylon’s pack, and Scarlet enthusiastically supports her decision, highlighting their friendship’s strength and mutual encouragement.

As the two friends dive into their plans, Sloane expresses her desire for Scarlet to be her Beta, marking a pivotal moment in their relationship. This declaration not only solidifies their bond but also sets the stage for Sloane’s ambitions and the challenges they will face together. The story encapsulates themes of friendship, love, and the courage to stand against adversity, leaving readers eager to see how Benedict and Sloane’s relationship will evolve alongside Sloane’s quest for leadership.

**Listen to Me 107**

As I stand in the dim light of my party, I catch a glimpse of Sloane as she walks away, her silhouette framed by the fading glow of her tail lights. The lingering taste of her honey-flavored sweetness dances on my tongue, a reminder of the unexpected passion we shared. I can’t help but smile, the warmth of the moment washing over me like a gentle tide.

Sloane Hartwell, fiery and spirited, had never been kissed before tonight—or at least, if she had, it was clear she was still a novice in the art of romance. The thought of her and Alpha Will had crossed my mind more than once. They seemed to share an unspoken bond, but after the events of this evening, I felt a surge of confidence that nothing had transpired between them.

Turning to re-enter the packhouse, I am momentarily halted by the sight of my mother, her expression a stormy mix of disapproval and concern.

“Benedict…” she calls out, her voice slicing through the air like a knife.

With a resigned sigh, I begin to ascend the stairs, determined to brush her off.

“Be very careful of the next words that come out of your mouth, mother. The warning I issued to everyone in the ballroom included you,” I retort, my voice steady but laced with irritation.

Her lips press together in a tight line, a clear sign of her displeasure.

“May I ask why you sent Alpha Melody and Alpha Mira home?” she inquires, her tone dripping with condescension.

I pivot to face her fully, my patience wearing thin. “Because I caught them bullying Sloane. I will not tolerate any form of bullying, belittling, or demeaning behavior from anyone in my pack, within my packhouse, or on our lands. And I mean anyone, mother.” With that, I stride into the packhouse, eager to escape before I say something I might regret.

“Bene!” Bethany’s whisper-yell stops me in my tracks before I can rejoin the festivities. “Mom didn’t get to her, did she?”

“No. What did I miss?” I ask, relying on my sister’s keen insight to fill me in.

Leaning closer, she sniffs the air around me. “I think the better question, dear brother, is what did I miss? You smell so much like Sloane! Did you kiss her?”

“Yeah, I did,” I admit, a grin spreading across my face.

“Please tell me she didn’t punch you, right?”

I chuckle softly, recalling how Sloane responded to my kiss. Punching me was far from her reaction.

“No, she didn’t. She kissed me back.”

“Good! Well, everyone was a little surprised by your bold declaration, Benedict. I mean, I wasn’t shocked, but the others were. Mom looked so tight-lipped, I thought she might actually turn into a lemon. But don’t worry, Dad stepped in and got the party rolling again.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically, exhaling a huff. “I accepted dances with a bunch of Alphas I had zero interest in. You’re welcome. But the party is back in full swing, just waiting for the man of the hour to return.”

“You’re the best! I owe you one,” I reply, feeling a wave of gratitude.

“Was it a good kiss?” she probes, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“No. It was two AMAZING kisses,” I correct, a hint of pride in my voice.

“So, you still think…”

“Yeah, I do,” I affirm, my mind still racing with thoughts of Sloane.

“Mom is going to freak out,” she growls, her expression a mix of amusement and concern.

“Mom will either come around, or she and I are going to have a serious problem,” I say, my tone firm.

The rest of the night drags on without Sloane. I don’t bother dancing with anyone else; no one else can compare to the thrill of sharing that moment with her. Eventually, I retreat to my room, my mind swirling with thoughts of her, and I finally drift off to sleep, dreams filled with visions of Sloane and the warmth of her kisses.

The following day, my mother pointedly ignores me. Perhaps she believes I should feel her displeasure, or maybe she just wants to make a statement. Regardless, I find it oddly liberating. I seize the opportunity to sneak away and find a vantage point overlooking Alpha Waylon’s pack lands.

I wait, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sloane. Just as I’m about to give up, thinking she may have returned to her uncle’s pack, I spot her walking alone through the woods that separate our packs. I settle in to watch her, captivated by her serene expression as she lifts her face to the sun. I’ve never seen Sloane appear so relaxed, and I can’t help but wish for more moments like this in the future.

“I know how we could help her relax,” Marrok purrs, his voice a low rumble in my mind.

“Easy, Marrok. As inexperienced as she was with that kiss, she won’t have any experience with intimacy,” I caution him, my thoughts lingering on that kiss.

“I’m a very patient wolf, especially if she’s the prize we win,” he replies, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“What is it about her that has you so intrigued?” I ask, chuckling as I watch Sloane touch her lips, lost in the memory of our kiss.

“Her scent is intoxicating. Her taste is divine,” Marrok responds, his words dripping with desire.

I continue to watch until the guy who picked her up from school on Friday arrives to find her. As he approaches, the relaxed version of Sloane fades, replaced by the persona she presents to the world.

I yearn to see more of that genuine Sloane, the one that only I seem to have glimpsed.

I can’t help but grin at the thought. If I were to ask her out on a date, I wonder if she’d punch me for it. That playful thought carries me through the rest of the day and night, fueling my anticipation for when I can see her again.

**Scarlet POV**

Will isn’t my mate. I was so certain he would be. I had put forth a brave effort to mask my utter disappointment when the truth was revealed. Since I had planned to spend the entire weekend with the expectation of completing our mate bond, I found myself stuck here until this morning.

Yet, on my way home, a realization struck me—I wanted to see my friend. I adore my mother; she’s a fantastic mom. But sometimes, you simply need the comfort of your girlfriends, or in my case, my best friend.

So instead of heading straight home, I make my way to Sloane’s pack. I call my mom on the way to let her know I’ll be staying the night with Sloane. Since this isn’t unusual for me, she doesn’t pry for details. Knowing my mother, she understands that I need my friend, especially after the news about Will. She was the first person I reached out to when I realized he wasn’t my mate.

As I pull up to the packhouse, I spot Sloane waiting for me. Our eyes lock, and she begins descending the steps of the porch before I even manage to exit the car.

Without uttering a word, she envelops me in a warm hug.

“I was so sure,” I murmur against her shoulder, the weight of my disappointment spilling out.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” she replies softly, her voice filled with empathy.

I pull back from the hug, looking into her understanding eyes. “Can we have a total junk food and movie night?”

“Already ordered,” she beams at me, her smile infectious.

“Why couldn’t I have been mated to YOU?” I joke, prompting a laugh from her as she wraps her arm around my shoulders, guiding me inside.

“I actually have something I want to discuss with you. I wanted to see how things would unfold with you and Will first. But now that that didn’t pan out…”

I glance at her, waving quickly at Alpha Roman, Luna Samara, Slade, and the rest of their crew, who are mingling nearby.

“What do you want to talk to me about?” I ask, my curiosity piqued. “Is this about…” I give her a pointed look, hinting at her potential takeover of Alpha Waylon’s pack.

“Yes, sort of,” she confirms, her expression serious.

As we enter her bedroom, I’m hit by the delicious aroma of pizza, candy bars, popcorn, and sodas. It smells like friendship, late-night talks, and shared secrets.

“Okay, let’s dig into the pizza first, then we’ll talk,” I suggest, eager to indulge in the comfort food.

We grab our slices of still-warm pizza, savoring the cheesy, greasy goodness of pepperoni as I moan in delight through my first few bites. I wash it down with a soda, looking at Sloane expectantly.

“Okay, hit me,” I say, settling in. This is exactly the distraction I need to forget about not being mated to Will.

“So, I’ve pretty much decided that I’m going to take over Alpha Waylon’s pack,” she starts, her excitement bubbling to the surface.

I squeal, my heart racing at the thought of my friend stepping into such a monumental role. Yes, she has a mountain of hard work ahead, but I have every confidence that Sloane can handle it.

“If you’re asking me if I think it’s a good idea, girrrrrrrl, hell yes! Take that pack and whip them into shape,” I exclaim, my enthusiasm palpable.

She grins widely. “Well, you know, the Beta and Gamma have to go.”

“No question there,” I agree, both of us fully aware of their shortcomings. “Have you thought about who you want as your Beta? That’s crucial. You need someone you can trust to help you build the pack into the strong unit it deserves to be,” I advise, taking another bite of pizza.

Her smile widens. “Actually, yes, I know exactly who I want my Beta to be.”

With my mouth full of pizza, I grunt in response, gesturing for her to spill the beans.

She beams at me, her excitement infectious. “I want you to be my Beta.”

In the aftermath of the party, the emotional tides have shifted significantly for both Benedict and Sloane. For Benedict, the thrill of sharing a kiss with Sloane has ignited a newfound sense of confidence and determination to protect her, even against his own mother’s disapproval. The warmth of their connection lingers in his thoughts, transforming the way he perceives not only Sloane but also his place within the pack. As he watches her from a distance, he realizes that his feelings run deeper than mere attraction; they are intertwined with a desire to champion her against the pressures of their world. The night’s events have solidified his resolve to pursue a relationship with her, one that promises to be both exhilarating and fraught with challenges.

Meanwhile, Sloane stands at a crossroads of her own, grappling with the implications of her aspirations to lead Alpha Waylon’s pack. The support of her best friend, Scarlet, serves as a comforting balm for her recent disappointments, igniting a spark of ambition within her. The prospect of stepping into a leadership role is daunting, yet the unwavering belief from Scarlet fuels her courage. As the two friends share laughter and dreams over pizza, Sloane’s heart swells with the realization that she is no longer just a bystander in her own life; she is poised to take control of her destiny. The intertwining of their journeys hints at a future where friendship, ambition, and romance converge, promising both challenges and triumphs as they navigate the complexities of their world together.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**

As the tension between Benedict and his mother simmers, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of familial dynamics and the consequences of his bold actions. With Sloane now at the forefront of his thoughts, Benedict’s determination to protect her from the bullying in his pack will undoubtedly lead to confrontations not only with his mother but also with the other Alphas. How will he navigate the expectations of his role while also pursuing a budding romance with Sloane? The stakes are high, and the potential for conflict looms, especially as the pack’s hierarchy begins to shift.

Meanwhile, Sloane is on the cusp of a transformative journey as she prepares to take over Alpha Waylon’s pack. With Scarlet by her side, the duo will tackle the challenges of leadership, trust, and the complexities of forming new alliances. As Sloane reveals her plans, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as she grapples with the weight of her responsibilities and the thrill of newfound power. Will she be able to forge the pack into a strong unit while also navigating the intricacies of her relationship with Benedict? The intertwining paths of these characters promise to bring unexpected twists and a surge of excitement as they face the trials ahead, all while the backdrop of their evolving feelings adds a tantalizing layer of romance to the mix.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.