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“Rya, control yourself.” His voice pounds into my chest, making my fierce wolf whimper slightly.
“Cash, stop now!” he roars. The few birds that stay for the winter have now taken to flight.
Cash stills, shaking in his skin. I can see the way he tries to resist his brother’s voice, but he is no match for Dallas.
“Cash, I thought I made a good choice when I asked you to be my Beta. Don’t make me regret that decision.” Dallas gives him a calm
but murderous glare
“What happened?” Cash staggers back slightly.
“She wouldn’t let me in.” He points his finger at the door.
“Kennedy just keeps telling me how I won’t be enough for her.” He pounds his fist against the clinic door over and over again. His knuckles bleed, dripping on the steps that greet our patients. The effort he’s putting into her is commendable, but when do you decide you put your all into things or maybe it’s time just to walk away?
“I’ll take her to talk with him. Cash, you stay out here. Rya, come with us.” Cash sits on the step in defeat “Aurora, open the door.” A
click of locks tells us we’re free to walkin
He has Kennedy stand in front of him while I follow behind. My wolf wants to meet her wolf.
“Rya, stop it!” Dallas turns his face toward me, eyes blazing. My wolf whimpers and crawls down on her belly with ber tail wrapped
around her body.
When we enter his healing room, it’s dark. The window shades are drawn closed,only allowing just the faintest stream of grey light in
“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is tight with emotion.
“Kennedy wants to talk with you.” Dallas betrays no emotion while speaking to Clayton.
“What is it that you need, Kennedy?” Clayton’s voice doesn’t hold any softness in it, more annoyance than anything else. His white bandages are still seeping red from blood that doesn’t want to stop oozing out his skin.
Kennedy looks taken aback by his tone. “I just-”
“Kennedy, you have a mate. You need to be with him. My wolf will tear you apart if it gets a chance. I can’t risk that. Ineed for you to be with him, give him a chance. He’s a good wolf, Kennedy. I’m not for you: was never yours to begin with. I love you with my soul, but I’m not yours. I don’t want you coming back here. I don’t want to see your face again, do you understand?” His voice holds nothing, just
indifference toward her.
“You don’t mean that.” Her voice quivers low and soft. Can she feel the knife entering her skin the way I did? Can she feel it slice ber open, choking her breath on the pain?t hope she feels it. I hope her whole body doubles over, I want to put my own knife into her back.
“Ido. Now go.” He turns away from us. His hands are still tied above his head this time, they must rotate positions.
“You could just kill him, Clay. He’s no match for you,” she pleads.
“He’s not the wolf I want to kill, Kennedy.” Clayton’s eyes find Dallas’s. Kennedy’s hand comes up over her mouth, a muffled cry pouring from the cracks between her fingers. I see Clayton’s muscles tensing up, and a groan escapes his mouth that’s full of pain. She’s feeling those knives now. Hopefully, they are serrated slightly, not a smooth blade
The look of hurt and shock on her face makes my laughter want to bubble up out of my throat.
Do you
like this, Rya? You find this funny?” Clayton’s voice is muttled into his pillow. “You like it when other wolves hurt?”
“No,” I breathe out.
“Rya, let’s be perfectly clear. I don’t want you. My wolf does. He’s going to fight for you, but me, I want nothing to do with you. I could just do you, but it seems that someone else already is. So you really have nothing to offer me that’s worth anything.” His tight tone makes my skin crawl. This is who I was having doubts over.
“You’re just a weak little wolf who revels in the misery of others.” Clayton lets his voice stab me from the outside. He thinks that l’inthat type of woll
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Dallas sits on the cluir next to the bed, pulling it close so his knees touch the mattress. He leans down so his elbows are touching his knees. His mouth is very close to Clayton’s lace. I can see Clayton smelling the air, his mouth pulling back in a snarl.
“You should kill me now while you have a chance before I come for you.” Clayton’s voice is smooth as silk with a touch of violence.
Dallas smiles at him like he’s a small pup with big dreams.
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