Chapter 82
Little wolf. I am so proud of you for talking. I love hearing your vole, despite these circumstances. Let Della leave and we can talk. You and I. Please, I just want to hear your voice.” “I am not leaving Thane and you said you would fuck me with your fingers lets just get that out there. Della barks out while pulling up her skirt. Yes, you are. Get the hell out now before I throw you out or worse yet, let her wolf tear you apart, or mine.” “You can’t say that to me Thane. We have been doing this for years. She isn’t meant for you. She isn’t special. She doesn’t know you like I do.” I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OR I WILL END YOU MYSELF. I DON’T CARE ABOUT OUR HISTORY. I ONLY CARE ABOUT HER. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME. His eyes are a solid gold, I know that Ronan is probably seconds from ending her. It isn’t her fault. She didn’t know We didn’t know. But the hurt remains.
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Della starts to walk slowly toward the door I happen to be standing front of. She reeks of fear. Good. She should because Ayla might be timid and fearful, but Aramana is full of hate and rage and that is seeping through me. Into me. Radiating from me. It feels good. Feels powerful. I have never felt powerful in my life. It is past due.
“Litte wolf, I can feel you. I can feel your power coming off of you. You are an omega. You shouldn’t have this much power. You are beautiful baby. What are you?” His attempts at small talk to spare Della do not go unnoticed and I growl even louder and lunge for her while she attempts to get through the door. She screams and falls to the floor. Good. Just a flinch and she is a coward in a puddle, practically crawling out of my way. Omegas are sweet, submissive, docile. Not this one. Not anymore. My wolf wants to tear the world apart and I just might let her.
“Little wolf. Little wolf listen to me. Come back to me.” Thane begs and I turn to him. He is distraught, breathing hard and practically begging me to come to him. The bond wants it. Wants our union. How could we not have seen it. The signs were all there. I look up at him, he is closer now. Slowly inching towards me like he is trying to sneak up on a wounded animal. Nam not wounded. I am destroyed. “What happen to you little wolf? Why is you lip swollen? Who the fuck did that to you? Who hurt you?” he demands an answer, angry with his aura filling the room. “You did. You hurt me.” I rasp out and suddenly his eyes are tracking something down my face. I reach up and feel wetness. I am crying. I can finally cry. I am feeling and it freaking sucks. My heart is breaking.
“You said when I got my tears back, they would be happy tears. You ed.” I sob out while feeling shocked it is actually happening. The reminder of what he said hits him like a ton of bricks and he immediately hits the floor in front of me on his knees. “I did little wolf. I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry. I didn’t do anything with her. I haven’t been with her or anyone else since I was with you. I fucking promise you that is true.” “I can’t believe you. I can’t believe any of you. Alphas are all liars. You are all the same.” “Don’t you dare lump me in a category with them. I am nothing like them. didn’t do anything with her. I told her no. I told her this was it.” “You are a damn LIAR. I CAN SMELL HER ALL OVER YOU.” I grow out, my voice more wolf that raspy human. He looks desperate. Good. “She was grinding on me and then put herself over the desk. I swear Ayla. I swear it. I didn’t touch her. I haven’t. Nobody has had my heart ever, except you. I should have known you would be my mate. The signs were there. This is my fault.” “Yes it is your fault. I don’t see another mate of mine standing behind à naked she–wolf bent over his desk. Stinking of her arousal p>
I am utterly destroyed. The walls are closing in as I tug on my braid, wrapping it around my hand, breathing fast and hard. I am starting to panic. Starting to hyperventilate. I have to get out of here. I have to get out of this pack. Shaking my head back and forth. I slowly start backing toward the door and hallway. “Don’t do this Ayla. Please. I know what you are going to do. Don’t make me chase you. I may not be able to control my wolf. He wants his mate. I want my mate. Please don’t.” I hear him, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. As quick as I felt the emotions course through me, is as quick as I shut them off. I turn and bolt down the hall. Fleeing.
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