He stole a formula of mine and has sold a pretty large number to someone dangerous… I need to have a search of your apartment take place just to see if we can find out any more details. I’m really sorry it’s come to this, but it’s got to be done. You could move out for a night or two, just until we’ve covered the entire place. She looks down brokenly and shakes her head.
“You can go ahead and search…”
“Thanks… is there anything you can think of that could help? Any property he may have had that you know of, or anywhere he could have possibly had the facility to mass produce something?”
“No, there’s…” She frowns, and her heart thuds faster as she looks up at me sharply. “There isn’t anywhere I know, but he would often be gone for hours at a time…. And most often, it was when you weren’t around. Maybe I’m just being paranoid -“
“No, I don’t think you’re being paranoid. Thanks for sharing that. If you do remember anything else, let me know, alright?” She nods, and I give her shoulder a squeeze. “You aren’t alone,” I say quietly. She brushes her tears away as she tries not to cry.
“Yeah. I know… I… I heard from one of the boys at the hospital that Emmet attacked you today…” I don’t reply. I can’t deny it,but at the same time, I don’t want her to feel guilty for it. “I’ve… made my decision,” she says, twisting her shirt sleeve in her hand. I look at her sharply as she struggles to keep her tears at bay. I hook my thumbs into the pockets of my pants, waiting for her to speak. Deep down, I want her to reject him, but I know it isn’t an easy option… “I’ll… I’m ready to reject him,” she says quietly. “Will you accompany me when I do it?” Her words fill me with relief. With their bond broken, it will be far easier for her to move on and for me to deal with him.
“Sure, I will. I know it’s not easy, but you got this. Things will be rough, but after a while, it will become easier. This isn’t the end, and who knows what the future might hold?” She looks up at me and nods slowly.
“Thanks…”
“Let me know when you want to do it, and we’ll go to see him.” She nods before we go our separate ways
I really hope she can move on from Emmet and rebuild her life. Mates… they are said to be a blessing, but at the same time, I feel like they are also a curse. You can’t live without them… and if something happens to one, the other will suffer, too…
I enter the mansion, hearing laughter, and silently make my way to the back lounge. The door is slightly ajar, and I stay silent, seeing Marcel sitting on the sofa whilst Corrado and Azura are painting. Corrado is a mess with paint on his face and clothes, whilst Azura is in a slightly better state with a huge piece of paper on the table as they both finger-paint on the shared paper.
She is wearing skinny jeans with a baggy top as she shows Corrado something. Her eyes sparkle, and the smile on her face is genuine as she speaks, but I am far too lost in how fucking good she looks to care about what she is saying.
“Oh, I get it!” Corrado adds, imitating what she is showing him.
“That looks like fun,” Marcel chuckles. I step back, unable to face her after how I hurt her last night…
Let’s talk, I say to Marcel through the link, walking away towards the front of the mansion. Noticing the boxes that are in the hallway, and the extra staff around, I raise an eyebrow, but I’m not really bothered with what is going on and take a seat, taking out a cigarette. I don’t fucking know how I am going to do this… but I need to get this shit over with.
Good luck. I freeze, frowning slightly as Azura’s voice comes into my head.
I don’t need luck, I reply coldly.
You sure do, now shut up. You got this, her curt reply comes.
Always so fucking charming, aren’t you?
Yeah, well, I don’t do charming when it comes to Little Alpha Dickface, her clipped reply comes. I raise an eyebrow. Just then Marcel enters the room, shutting the door behind him.
I’ll deal with you later.
Can’t wait, comes her sarcastic reply.
“Everything okay, Leo?” He asks, concerned as he takes a seat on the sofa opposite.
“Yeah, there is just something I want to tell you,” I say, smoking my cigarette. I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“Go for it,” he replies, clearly unsure of what to make of it. Yeah, maybe I need luck or some shit…
Just tell him everything you experienced… how you had to go through so much, and although you dealt with it, it didn’t mean it was easy or fair on you. You suffered, Leo, and it is time to tell him that. No matter how hard it is on him. Her voice is soothing and calmer.
Yeah, I know the damn deal, I reply. I won’t admit it, but
I am fucking grateful for her words. I kinda don’t know where to start…
“What’s with the stuff in the hallway?” I ask, trying to stall.
“Oh, well, that’s for tonight,” he smirks, running his fingers through his hair.
“What’s happening tonight?”
“Ah, well, it’s just a little dinner for Azura. We haven’t really welcomed her into this pack since she got here, and there is something else…” He doesn’t want to talk about it, and I frown but don’t bother questioning him.
“Whatever. What I want to talk about is the past.”
“The past?” He frowns, becoming serious.
“About the caves, the life of hell that we lived down there. You were one of the luckiest because you were entirely under her control… but what about the rest of us who had to live and deal with the nightmares of that past?”
“Leo…”
“I don’t want to fucking sound like I’m whining, but my hatred of everything stems from back then… we went through hell down there.”
“I know, Leo, and I wish I could have done more… you were somewhat immune to her compulsion, and -“
“Yeah, I was, so I witnessed it all. You just standing there blankly whilst she tortured Mom. You know, Dad, she was expecting when she died? Endora not only killed Mom but your unborn child. And I was the one who was forced to stand there and watch it all. Unable to fucking do anything.” None of this is coming out like it was meant to. I just sound like someone being petty-as-fuck about an unchangeable past. What purpose will telling him bring? He can’t change the past. It is done…
I look at him. He has turned ashen. He stares at me while his heart is thundering. I can see the toll my words are having on him, and he stands up, clearly shaken.
“Why… why didn’t you tell me she was pregnant? I mean even after…”
“Why should I have? It would have only hurt you, right?” I reply, now standing up and turning my back on him, no longer able to handle the look on his face.
“But you kept it inside… suffered all by yourself…”
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