Page 112 of I Replaced His Husband
After I finished, I fell flat on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
What the hell was I even doing?
I had my True Mate and… what? Did I reject him?
Did it look like that? It sure felt like it.
Almost without realizing it, I reached to the side and pulled Maurice’s photo from the small drawer in the nightstand.
His smiling face hit me like a whip. Cursing under my breath, I shoved it back inside, feeling my cheeks grow wet.
Soon, I was crying again, curled up on top of the comforter. I didn’t even know why. Something inside me was coming apart, shifting, dying, and being born.
The whole day started flashing before my eyes.
All the fucked-up things I’d done to Rain, and all the gentle, caring, patient things he’d done for me.
Did part of me hate him for being so damn perfect? Like he was spitting in Maurice’s face, saying,"You’ll never measure up."
Rain… his energy felt like a golden, soft scarf wrapping around me, making me feel so good, so safe, soseenthat I’d forget everything, Maurice, the pregnancy problems, the alphas harassing me.
And yet, I pushed him away.
I cried like an idiot in the Malden facility, throwing it in his face, when none of it was his fault. Fate chose us for each other. It wasneverMaurice, he wasn’t the oneperfectfor me.
It was Rain. My Rain…
My alpha.
Finally, pissed off, I jumped out of bed and shoved my tear-streaked face under the cold water faucet. Then I brushed my teeth and braided my hair, fighting this weird trembling in my hands. There was something building inside me, a strange, rising decision that felt like lava about to erupt. Ready to break free. Was that what it was?
Determined, I walked out of the bathroom… only to find Adam sitting on my bed, right on the edge of my ruined nest.
His face was tense, his brows drawn together.
There was a brief pause when I just stared at him like I was seeing an alien. But he didn’t move; his eyes stayed locked on me.
"How long, Kay?"
I flinched. His energy was so sharp, so bristling. Not like Adam’s regular vibe.
"What?"
Adam snorted angrily.
"You’re sleeping in separate rooms? You’re True Mates, Kay."
What the hell, he should mind his business, I wanted to snap at him, yell, tell him to fuck off, but the words stuck in my throat.
"Get your shit together, Kay. You’re hurting him deeply, you know that? He doesn’t deserve it."
My lips trembled, and tears filled my eyes before I could stop them.
Adam pressed his lips together and went quiet for a moment.
"I thought I was the one who treated him the worst, that I gave him the hardest time over the whole Dawson thing. I mocked him, accused him, even made him feel like bringing him here was a mistake. But now I see I’m not the worst one here. You are. You’re the one hurting him now."
Adam took a step toward me.
