I was born into a fighting family. As the middle child, I was overlooked in favor of my older brother.
He took the negative attention, too. In comparison, there’s nothing special about me.
I’m not as big as Cobra. I’m not as strong as Cobra. He’s the alpha.
I’m a beta.
The second son.
The lesser one.
The one never encouraged to fight, never encouraged to do anything, but stay out of my father’s way.
I’m not a lover either – but I wished to be – that’s why I needed her.
I met a girl in the pouring rain.
Sounds cliché, but it’s true. It changed everything.
Because of love, I learned to fight.
Betas come second, but in this fight, my story is first.
Reading this book was a thrilling event. An event people! It was so easy to relate to Abel; unnoticed, under-appreciated, and unloved man that just wants to find his place. Don’t you ever feel that way? I sure as heck have.
Abel is a beautiful combination of gentleness and ferocity that made my heart ache and my toes curl. He lacks nothing as a character. And, the thing I love about Abel is that he is such an individual. At no time did a character from another book pop into my head for comparison. You know what I’m talking about; sometimes characters from different books (especially from the same author) share characteristics or quirks that seem to establish the author’s style. LB Dunbar has style, by the truck load, but she has no set style (Unless flawless and beautiful counts??).
Elma, oh girl! I wanted to hate you, or at least dislike you. Vengeance is not the answer!! but I get it, I do. You were hurting and you had to blame someone. And as much as I tried to stay stoic and #TeamAbel, I could feel your pain and I wanted relief for you.
Elma and Abel’s relationship is certainly a rocky one; as is the case when secrets are kept. They go through hell seeking what they *think* they most desire and hurt each other beyond belief along the way.
I was enthralled. I fell in love. I was broken and put back together.