“When Itold Kennedy about you, she was mad at the fact that I kept a secret from her r for so long, then that I found my mate. I don’t think she thought you were a real threat to us. You seemed weaker than her.” His words are like acid that eats away at my skin as my heart tightens. Not a threat, I kicked her ass that day, if Clayton wasn’t there, I would have ended her. I know it, deep down. I would have taken a life.
“I couldn’t stop watching you, but I never did anything about it. I let you live your life and I lived mine. Until that daywhen you came up to me, with this face that had so much hope in it. I remember what you were wearing, jean shorts, a red tank top, flip–flops, your hair down. You must have just gotten it cut because it was just past your shoulders. I like it long on you. Looking back on that day, I can’t remember what Kennedy was wearing. You wanted to talk with me alone. I think you really expected me to do that.
I didn’t.”
I’m crying now, big fat tears as my breath burns the back of my throat. “It was hard for me to watch you beg like that, plead with me, grab onto my legs just asking for a chance. Your juvenile voice crying out in pain, my wolf was going nuts inside me. But I didn’t give you that chance, didi? I didn’t give you the only thing you have ever asked of me, just a chance. You never asked me to love you; all you asked for was a small chance. I didn’t give you that!” His voice cracks and breaks along with mine.
The next message is Dallas and Caleb yelling into it with excitement… both happy males at the fact I actually ate with the pack, took my share of the moose “Meat eater,” they are screaming; I think they are slightly drunk in celebration.
the next one is Clayton’s voice I hear
“I watched your face when you were getting whipped. Your eyes never left mine until the pain became unbearable. I think we both looked away at the same time. I remember you put up a brave light. You really tried not to cry out, but that whip makes even the biggest males cry like little pups. This will hurt, but I think you should know this. I screwed Kennedy that might just to prove that what we were doing was the rigla thing, that we loved each other. We did love each other, Rya, and to a certain extent we always will love each other.” His time has run out again
While I was lying in my bed, unable to move, he was inside her taking pleasure in my pain
The next message is Dallas saying it won’t belong for me to come back, maybe another month, and that he can’t wait to talk to me.
Clayton’s on the next message.
