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“I’m not a crier,” she shouts at me, and more tears fall from those pretty eyes.
I say nothing.
She continues, “So… if you see me crying, something is very fucking wrong.”
“No shit,” I mutter sarcastically.
“Yet you didn’t ask! You took one look at me and turned tail, ready to fuck off.”
Bitter laughter bubbles up. “I’ve been ready to fuck off for days now, blue eyes, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
She’s pissed. More pissed.
I say, “You’re expecting more than I can give you, woman. This is why it’s better for the both of us that this ends.” I gesture between us.
And the rain starts again.
Hard.
And we’re just standing here, facing one another, her being pissed and disappointed. Me being just who I am, really not good at this shit.
“I don’t cry. I don’t have nightmares,” she informs.
“Yet that’s what you’re doing. Bad dreams and bad feelings. All because of me. Go home. Go back to your life. Get the bond severed and then you don’t have to think about me, and I won’t have to fucking feel it when you’re having nightmares about me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I am. Get inside. You’re getting drenched.”
I turn to go back to the bunker.
“And a coward,” she calls.
I sigh and trudge through the mud.
“A fucking selfish coward,” she clarifies, trying to get a rise out of me.
I grind my teeth but keep moving.
“Fuck you, you fucking asshole coward dickhead!” she calls out, voice sounding choked.
And I feel her pain in my chest. I’m the cause of it.
“It’s not just your wolf that’s broken. You are, too, Jared Stone.”
I stop and look over my shoulder at my gorgeous, fiery-mad, wet and scantily dressed beautiful mate.
“Now you’re starting to finally get it,” I say before I go into the bunker and close the doors behind me, locking them.
I have the keys. All of them. She won’t be able to get to me again. Won’t be able to tempt me to join her in that warm bed that smells like her. Won’t be able to tempt me with the notionof more meals together, more time spent with my dick inside her perfect body.
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What sort of alpha sees his mate upset and crying and just leaves? He felt my distress enough to rush to me, yet stood there like a deer in headlights before leaving. Just… leaving!
He’s doing a bang-up job of making sure I know just how messed up he is.
