Booki Chapter47
Tears pooling from eyes that can’t hold the salty water any longer, he looks up at the ceiling, exhaling a breath.
“Does he hate me?” His eyes go glossy again. “At the moment, he’s very upset with you.”
“Tell him I’m sorry.” I lay my head on the table, shoulders shaking.
“I’m not your go–between. I came here to check on you for him. Whatever else you two need, work out yourselves. I’m done. I have enough to deal with.” He pounds his fist on the table, a growl tumbling out.
“How long!” His voice sounds tight in his throat while he sits back down on the chair.
“What?” I’m confused by his question. “How long have they been together?”
“Since they pulled their first breath from their mothers‘ wombs.” I see his jaw clench tight, teeth groaning in pressure not to explode in his mouth. He picks up a chair, throwing it against my wall. It goes through my drywall.
Love is hard.
“What did you do? Why didn’t he claim you?” His accusations hit me hard.
“I wasn’t her.” Another tear rolls down my cheek, but he doesn’t care.
“No, you’re not her.” Another fist pounds the table hard, the legs shaking underneath the violence.
He crosses his arms in front of him. He looks like restrained fury. Calm body, thunderous eyes.
Taking a few breaths, he sets the storms of sight on me.
“This just isn’t right.” He’s growling out his words, still holding my gaze hard, his whole body vibrating with its own life.
“No, it isn’t, but it doesn’t mean you can make it right again.” I can’t look away from him.
“Your opportunity is now. It’s what you do with this opportunity that matters. The past is gone, it’s already been lived, and it can’t be changed, ever. You have a choice to make.” I give him stuff that I’ve read in some self–help books. Hopefully, this helps him. His body stills, eyes closed, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“What kind of wolf is she?” he says quietly.
This is my chance to taint it from the start, rub salty words into his exposed soul, but I won’t.
“I never really knew her, but what I felt from others, she was liked. She had friends. She was popular. She could make people laugh. She’s beautiful. Her parents loved her. She doesn’t have any siblings, the only child.” He stares at the floor.
“She’s loyal to the people she loves.” That just hurt my heart to say.
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“She’s been as respectful to me as she could. It was only in the end that she wasn’t what she was. She was twisting up inside. Made her say or do things that really wasn’t her. She was as nice to me as she could be.” He just sits and listens, holding himself just a little tighter. A sad look in his eye replaces
the storm.
“I could smell her as soon as we got to the clinic. Can you even imagine what that was like for me, seeing my mate with her throat opened up?”
I just shake my head no. I feel as if this is all my fault. Guilt is building inside me. Do I have any silver in this house? It’s just a fleeting thought.
“This male that I don’t know pulls out his phone. He’s crying. He’s yelling into the phone, telling someone that Kennedy is hurt, they need to come, it’s all his fault. That’s when I went after him, telling him she’s my mate.” His fist pounds my table again.
How much can this table bear before it breaks?
and
“He could have killed me. Do you knowhow that feels?” Instead, he just let me punch him once. Then he just held onto me, restraining me. He told me he was sorry, and in the end, he hopeshe gets what’s coming to him.” Cash is visibly shaking again. The eye of the storm is done, and the tail end is coming around hard.
“I start to put the pieces together in my head, everything that I heard about this pack. About him, you, her.” Another fist pounds against the wood, shaking the foundation of the ancient masterpiece. The quality of workmanship stands strong against fists of iron. They don’t make things like this anymore–strong, sturdy, able to take a beating, not bending from all the pressure.
Another pounding fist on the table and his knuckles split open, but the table remains upright. Some kind of emotion shadows in his eyes before he gets
- up.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling out two white pills. “He said to take them. They’ll let you sleep.” He goes to the sink, turning on the water as he looks into my cupboard for glasses.
“I’m not going to take them.”
