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Hurt her…

“No, I didn’t hurt her.”

I wouldn’t.

“Zion, come talk to me outside.” Lazar’s tone was low but demanding. I didn’t give a fuck about him asserting his demand but I still gave in. I only backed down because I needed a minute to process. I stalked to the door and he followed, closing it behind him once we were both in the hallway. My back met the wall and I raked a hand down my face before my chin dipped toward my chest.

“What the fuck was that?”

“It wasn’t Keerah I was reacting too.”

“How is that possible?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know all the details, but it was Nessah’s scent in that bed. Maybe Mina snuck her in, let her sleep there. Who the fuck knows? But it was her, not Keerah.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“In so many words, yeah.”

And then she fucking betrayed me and our bond by letting me think it was Keerah. She couldn’t have stopped me from leaving but she could have fessed up to one of you and I wouldn’t have been gone for so long wasting my gotdamn time.

I refused to tell Lazar that, not now. Not until I had all this shit figured out.

“You think she’s telling the truth about not being able to give you kids?”

“I don’t fucking know,” I growled, angry at the situation more than I was with him.

“And if what she’s saying is the truth? Then what?”

“I don’t fucking know that either.”

“But she’s your mate. You’re sure of the bond?”

I laughed sarcastically at the reality. “Yeah I’m sure.”

“Go talk to her, find out the truth, then decide how you two are going to make this work. The alternative isn’t good for either of you.”

Rejection could potentially kill us both.

“If it’s true…” My eyes met Lazar’s with the weighted truth lingering.

If she can’t give me kids…

“It doesn’t fucking matter. She’s yours, Zion, and we don’t turn our backs on our heart’s connections.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder and then was gone. I raked a hand down my face, pushed away from the wall, and headed back across the hallway to my apartment.

CHAPTER TEN

NESSAH

The entire time Zion was gone, I paced his living room. At least a dozen times, I moved to the door, reached out to open it, but then went back to pacing. I couldn’t leave. I had every opportunity to do so but couldn’t do it.

Mostly because my wolf asserted her displeasure with the thought of us running but also because as complicated as things currently were, being here in Zion’s apartment provided a sense of belonging I hadn’t experienced since being cast away from my family and pack months ago.

But he’s going to find out and he won’t want you…

Being rejected by my family and Rolf was painful but being rejected by Zion would kill me. I could already feel the potential for how he could destroy me if I didn’t get the hell out of here. Once again I was being forced to accept that I wasn’t whole, that I wasn’t enough…

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