Page 82 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Calm down,” his icy-calm reply comes.
“Don’t! Don’t tell me to calm down. Do you know how I felt after being fucked, marked, and then rejected? My wolf is still weakened! I don’t feel her as strongly as I used to! I was in so much pain that I fainted, and you left me! I gave you everything, yet you were okay to fuck me even though you had a woman, making me feel even worse!” He isn’t reacting, not even stoppingme from attacking him. I continue to shove him, wanting to see him stumble. “Do you know how I felt when I had to beg someone to give me a phone so I could call my brother? Do you know how it felt to see the rage in his eyes and begging him not to fucking find you because of who you are?” His eyes flash but he says nothing.
“If you really regret marking me, then go mark someone else so I can have this off me!” I scream, shoving him. “At least let me live my fucking life without having this scar as a fucking reminder of you!”
Needing a way to unleash my anger, I extract my claws, ready to plunge them into my own neck and rip off his mark, but before I can even dig my claws into myself, he has grabbed my hand, closing his large hand over mine, and turns me. Pulling my back against his chest, his other arm tightens around my waist as I thrash around, my heart thundering.
“Hush…” His voice is low, and even as I struggle against him, he refuses to let me go.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I hiss, trying to elbow him, but, unlike Emmet, he is far stronger.
“Listen to me, little she-wolf… I only meant I didn’t regret the rest of that night because it was fucking perfect. But marking you… like you said, I ruined your life, and I know I did. I fucking did… and I regret the rejection because of the pain I put you through… I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry. I want to be a better person than them, but I fucked up, too… I’m no better. This has nothing to do with you.”
I still in his arms. You’re wrong… it has everything to do with me. Nothing can break my spirit, but I am teetering on the edge of despair. I don’t know what I want… but earlier… when I knew he had broken up with Nikki, I had subconsciously held out hope…
“It has everything to do with me… because of who I am, right?”I say quietly. His face is so close to mine, pressed against the side of my head, and I feel broken. He remains silent for a moment. “You regret rejecting me because of the pain… but you still wouldn’t accept me, correct?”
He stays silent and I have my answer. I sigh, pulling free from his hold. This time he lets go of me and I turn, looking up at him blankly.
“Just leave, Leo. Your apology... isn’t enough. Give me back my life, take this pain away, and remove this mark from my neck. Otherwise, you can fucking go to hell.” My voice is calm, yet it is laced with venom.
He doesn’t speak, and I can’t read his emotions. His gaze dips to my neck for a second. Our eyes meet before he turns away without another word. He leaves the apartment. The door shuts behind him with a small snap that seems to ring in the empty apartment. I turn away, gripping the worktop, my heart thundering as I try to control my emotions. Regretted marking me…Dickface.
I walk over to the sofa and sit down slowly. It is my own fault for even allowing myself to lose control of my emotions. I don’t know how long it takes for me to calm down, but it is dark outside. I stay sitting there glaring at the table. I unlock the phone he has given me, my hand shaking with uncontrollable rage as I find Dante’s number.
‘I want the necklace.’
He comes online immediately, and I stare at the phone, my heart raging. I see the message change to ‘read’ but instead of replying, his call is incoming. I answer, raising the phone to my ear.
“I want the necklace,” I repeat, my voice sounding menacing.
“Okay, My Temperamental Miracle.”I’m no fucking miracle.“You are. You sure are one of a kind,” he teases in his deep, husky voice.
“Don’t try to get in my head, Dante. I’m not in the mood.”
“I’m not getting in your head, I can’t read minds. I just know what you would say.
“I’m angry, Dante. So angry,” I reply quietly.
“I know.”
“Don’t use that shit on me. I want to rip his mark off my neck, I want to leave from here, and I want to -”
“I know but don’t act in anger, Azura. We often say things that may not be perceived the way we want them to be. Look deeper.” I close my eyes.
“You understand me, right, Dante? It hurts. He makes me want to fucking give up,” I whisper, tucking my legs up under my chin.
“Since when can anyone make the Westwood Devil do anything?”
“Easy for you to say,” I mutter.
“You’ve got this. Besides he can’t be so bad if he can get under your skin like that.”
“He’s irritating and damn annoying. Arrogant and so… well, let’s just say a typical Rossi.” I am feeling calmer talking to someone.
“Well, we are pretty irresistible.” I roll my eyes, and a pleasant silence falls between us.
“So still not seeing anything about your future mate?” I ask. He lets out a throaty chuckle.
