Page 15 of My Ruthless Alpha

Given the time to consider the situation closer, it was so much to take. I couldn’t understand how I ended up in that position, and it hit me all at once, and I didn’t know what to think of it.

I felt drawn to him regardless of how much time had passed since we last saw each other. As much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t deny how attractive he still was and how it felt like second nature to be pulled into him.

Yet, I was still hurting from what happened. Even with time, that wound didn’t completely heal, and what was left of it still ached.

At one time, the two of us had something good going…we were close and working on exploring what we had. We went as far as confessing our feelings for one another and talking about our future. We went over what we wanted, who we wanted to be, and everything we hoped to accomplish.

I bared my soul to him and allowed him to see all my vulnerabilities, all with the hope of us becoming complete mates. At one point, it even felt like fate.

Regardless of my faults or any reason, every other wolf from our pack overlooked me; Beau never cared. He embraced all of me and never made me feel less than.

Except for the day he decided he couldn’t do it anymore. Being in the pack, following Cyrus as his beta, and being with me…he just didn’t want it.

As perfect as everything seemed, it wasn’t enough for him, and it broke my heart.

I didn’t know if he knew how badly that day affected me. If he knew the extent of how broken up I had been over him, leaving out of the blue and refusing to see any kind of reason.

Some part of me should’ve known a bit sooner. I should’ve seen the signs of how he was pulling back and seemed to hesitate and overthink everything. I assumed he was going through something he’d eventually overcome, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he left, and he never came back.

As far as I knew, we were doing fine at the time. But it seemed he did a good job hiding it all from me.

Beau was outwardly kind to Margo and me, leaving me more confused than the day he defected from the pack. It wasn’t out of the question for him, but given our past, I would’ve expected him to be less sure about housing us and making sure we were taken care of.

In a sense, it made me feel guilty.

To him, I was Margo’s mother, and nothing was connecting the two of them.

The fact that Beau was her dad and he did not know was starting to weigh on me, as much as I tried to ignore it.

It was getting harder and harder to push down, however. Every time I looked at them while they were in the same room, that pressing thought seemed to grow heavier and heavier.

I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to keep it to myself without losing my mind, but I wasn’t ready to spill those details just yet. My thoughts and feelings were far too scrambled, and I didn’t want to make things worse.

Still, as the day went on, and Margo and I kept busy in the house, eventually spending some time outside, I found myself going back and forth about what to do.

A part of me didn’t want to leave yet, given how intrigued I was by Beau’s new life and everything he had going on…but the other part needed me to leave more than anything for my sanity.I wanted as much distance between us as possible to avoid that residual pain that I just didn’t want to deal with anymore.

And yet, as tempting as it was to leave, Margo’s safety had to be the thing that outweighed everything else. Her well-being was my main priority, both physically and emotionally, and despite my discomfort with either option, I had to pick the one that supported her the most.

After spending the day resting and relaxing, Beau eventually made us dinner, and when it started to get late, I carried Margo back to the spare room.

She leaned against my shoulder contently, staying quiet until we reached the bedroom, where I carefully placed her on the bed.

Margo wasn’t usually one to keep her thoughts to herself, but she looked more pensive than usual while she sat on the bed surrounded by blankets.

Gently, I nudged beneath her chin with a finger. “What are you thinking about?”

She blinked back at me and took on a more curious expression. “Who is Beau?”

Taking a discreet breath, I didn’t let any of my expression hint at anything deeper, even if I knew it would likely go over her head anyway.

I knew the opportunity was right in front of me. I could open the door to that conversation and begin to get her to understand. She had asked about her father before, but I always did my best to deflect, and I couldn’t help but question when would be the right time.

It was the first time she had ever seen Beau and the first time finding myself in that precarious position.

She was still so young, and I didn’t know if she’d get it anyway. But at the same time, I wondered if I was doing more harm than good by keeping it from her.

But even with that opportunity at hand, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell her about her dad just to leave again.

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