My heart races as I stare at her. She is going to do it. I can see it in her eyes; the pain, the fear, and, above all, that fire of determination. Will she really be able to do it?
It had been fucking hard to say those words… I’d had to give it my fucking all. I had reminded myself of everything I hated, and only then had I been able to do it. Is she strong enough to do the same? But her next words hit hard.
“I, Azura Rayne Westwood,”
She is doing it, fuck, this is it. A few stray tears splash down her cheeks, and my heart is thundering. Why now that she is ready to accept it, is it fucking messing me up? “Accept your -“
“Not yet,” I cut her off, my voice hoarse as I clamp my hand over her mouth and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. Our hearts are thudding as we both stare into each other’s eyes. Two shades of blue… yet so fucking different from one another… “You can accept it when you leave.” It is a fucking poor excuse. I turn away, feeling shaken. “I have a lot going on right now and need to be at the top of my game…”
Why had that fucking unnerved me? Isn’t her rejection what I wanted, so these emotions could fucking go away?
I leave the room swiftly, knowing if she wanted, she could reject me at any time… and I knew her enough to know that she’d do it, too.
An End
Leo
Ileave the cave and step out into the car park, trying to clear my head. Locking the door behind me, I slide to the ground, resting my head against the cold metal of the wall behind me as I take a drag on my cigarette.
Winona? I call through the link.
Yes, Alpha?
Winona, she is one of the few I have taken in. She wasn’t born in the Sangue Pack, but she is still someone I trust, one of the rare few I trust completely around my son.
What’s Rosaline cooked tonight? Rosaline is my cook. She lives two floors down from me, and she makes the best food for Corrado and me. When I had put out the notice for the position, I remember choosing the one whose food Corrado loved the best after tasting it all. I still remember his smile of happiness.
She made chicken pasta and stuffed taco cups.
Perfect, bring a tray down to my garage. I’ll let you down when you’re outside.
Of course. She doesn’t question me. She never does, and I am grateful.
Oh, and Winona?
Yes, Alpha?
Bring a woman’s toiletry pack or some shit with basic supplies. A pause follows before she replies,
Is the dinner for one or two?
One.
Understood. Anything else, Alpha?
No, I think that’s it.
I stare at the fleet of supercars that I own. I have it all; power, money, cars, a son, and a girlfriend… but even then, something is missing, something that is starting to poison my mind, just as I had heard the bond would do, making even the most powerful of men succumb to the will of their females. I never wanted to become a slave to this shit. Besides… it is fucking cruel to give false hopes of something I could never offer to anyone. It is the reason I never wanted to mark anyone, but then I already fucked that shit up and marked her.
Alpha, I’m at the lift.
I get up, walk to the lift, and key in the passcode. After a few moments, the lift opens to reveal Winona holding a large tray containing Rosaline’s delicious pasta and two stuffed taco cups with minced meat, cheese, and jalapenos. There are also two cold bottles of juice and a trifle bowl.
“Thanks, I’ll take it,” I say, taking the tray from her.
“And the supplies,” Winona adds with a small smile, holding the bag out to me.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, Alpha,” she replies. I give her a small nod, about to close the lift when I look back at her.
“How’s Corrado been?” Her smile vanishes and she shakes her head.
“He didn’t eat and has been in a strop since Azura left.” I nod. “Would you like any food for yourself, Alpha?” She sure isn’t dumb.
“No,” I say before turning away and closing the lift.
Even my son is fucking attached to her. She isn’t mother material. She is wild and crazy more than anything, but she is good with him.
I quickly slip inside and open the bedroom door, then see she is in the bathroom. I silently place the tray next to the bed and drop the bag onto the mattress before I exit the room, shutting the door behind me.
I glance around, picking up the weapon I am working on and a few other items, locking them away. I pick up her damaged phone and drop it into one of the lockable drawers that won’t open without my thumbprint and code. Satisfied that I have gotten rid of anything that I don’t want her to see, I leave the room and head up to my office from the lift. I have a few hours before I need to go see Jackie; I’ll shower and see if Corrado is still awake.
I enter Corrado’s bedroom, only to see he is fast asleep, but I can tell he had fallen asleep upset. His lips are dry, and there are tear stains on his face. I frown, crouching down and wiping his cheek.
Sorry, kid.
I sigh, lean over and kiss his forehead before I stand up and leave the room. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and enter my own bedroom. The smell of Nikki’s seductive fragrance fills the room. The lights are dimmed, and Nikki is sitting on the bed in red lingerie and a black silk gown that is fully open, showing off her curves, while she scrolls through her phone.
“Babe, you’re back, finally. Did you not get my texts?” She gets up from the bed, but once again, I don’t want to do this. As sexy as I know she is, she doesn’t appeal to me anymore. It is fucking weird how it works…
“I was driving. Didn’t get time to check my phone.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, her expression darkening, and I know she can smell Azura on me. She instantly lets go of me and steps back, ruffling her hair.
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