Page 70 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

In my life.

She was mine.

She is mine.

And then I went and fumbled the damn thing right at the finish line.

Good job, Doug.

Ruined your mate’s faith in you faster than a drunk Santa ruins Christmas at karaoke night.

My Wolf inside is pacing, snapping and snarling, claws dragging deep lines through my insides.

He’s pissed.

No. He’s wrecked.

Because he knows what I know now.

We lost her. Maybe forever.

I rake both hands through my hair, tugging until it hurts, but even that doesn’t ease the brutal pressure crushing my chest.

I can’t stop seeing her face.

Replay after replay, like some cruel highlight reel.

That soft, glowy, I adore you expression?

Gone.

Wiped clean and replaced with heartbreak.

And worse.

So much worse.

Disappointment took its place.

She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.

My Wolf howls inside, a sharp, guttural sound that feels like claws raking across bone.

Because in a way?

We’re already dying.

I was supposed to protect her.

Make her feel wanted.

Make her feel like she was everything.

Instead, I made her think she was temporary.

Some for now girl.

Just a way to scratch an itch.

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