Page 22 of The Alpha's Weakness
Before I can reply, she throws open the truck door and bolts.
I curse and jump out, chasing after her. She’s faster than I expected. I round the corner and skid to a stop.
“Let her go,” Rhodes says.
My wolf howls inside me, snarling at me to get our mate.
“Move, Rhodes,” I bark.
He shakes his head. “You need to give her some time and space. You can’t force her to be with you.”
“She wants me.”
“Maybe physically, but she’s running from you right now. You need to give her time.”
I know he’s right, but I don’t like it. My wolf paces inside me as I turn and head home.
If Holly wants some space, she can have it, but I’m not giving up.
Holly’s mine, and I’m going to prove it to her.
Soon.
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Holly
“I don’t think you should go,” Adeline says as I grab my water bottle and keys.
“I’ll be fine. I promise I’m not going near that trail we were watching last night. But I… I can’t be here today. I need to clear my head, and I don’t want to be worried about Camden showing up at any moment.”
“I can tell Rhodes to ask him to stay away,” she offers.
I shake my head. “He won’t listen to him. I’ll be fine. I won’t be gone for long.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
I can tell Addy doesn’t want me to go, but I have this strange sensation inside me. I need to get out. I need to be alone for a while.
Starting my car, I hit the road, heading toward town and following the signs toward a hiking trail. My thoughts drift to Camden and the time we spent together yesterday. Part of me hoped he would make up for our first meeting, but a bigger part of me urges me to protect myself and keep him at arm’s length.
It’s hard to ignore my physical reaction to him. Every time we’re close, every time I think about him, I feel like I’m about to combust.
Being around Adeline and Rhodes isn’t helping. It makes me wish I could have what they have all the more. But I don’t think that Camden will ever be my Rhodes. I don’t know that he has it in him. The Pack and his responsibilities come first with him.
I park in the little lot at the base of the trail and climb out, smiling as I look around. It’s a beautiful day, and I already feel more relaxed as I take in the forest and hike up the trail.
It’s pretty easy at first, and I take it slowly, navigating the narrow path until it widens. I get to a fork in the path and decide to go to the left, figuring I’ll be heading away from where Camden and I were watching last night. I walk for another half hour, stop at a fallen tree to rest, and chug half my water bottle as I catch my breath.
Birds chirp above me, and I smile, tilting my head back and letting the sun shine on my face.
A branch snaps behind me, and I gasp, leaping to my feet and spinning around to scan the area.
“Sorry about that,” a man says, appearing out of the trees.
“It’s okay,” I say, but something inside me screams at me to run.
Alarm bells go off inside my head. Something about this man creeps me out. He feels like a threat.
