Chapter EIGHTY-TWO

Hardin’S POV “I still think you shouldn’t have let him scratch you Hardin, why didn’t you call one of guards, or better still, me?” Miguel whines as we walk across the field and I just roll my eyes. He can be over protective at times and that irritates me a lot. “I wasn’t just going to go and ask him give one the guards a scratch, he would have suspected something. I had to bring up an argument that would stir up his anger, besides, it has healed already, what’s your cry?” “I’m your Beta, it’s my duty to make sure you are not hurt.” “You are now more of a baby sitter than a better” I mock and he gives me a hard punch in the arm. “Ouch!” I cry as I hold my arm and both him and Clark bursts into laughter. “So tell me, how is Reign doing?” Miguel demands and at the mention of the name Reign, my heart starts beating abnormally and when I remember the kiss, I almost fly. I try as much as I can not reminisce about that kiss but my mind betrays me and displays everything, including the way