Chapter 165
They’re wait
ere at the open door for us. A stretcher is already outside, Dallas is the first to get out, screaming orders that take the doctor by surprise. It takes all of us to pick him up. His eyes aren’t as sharp anymore.
Before going inside with his father, Dallas’s hand tries to touch my stomach. I angle away
His eyes meet mine with so many emotions that it staggers me backward. How could I have kept this from him? This is all my fault if his father dies
“I might be a while, Rya. Please go back to your place, rest. When I’m done here, we’ll talk about this calmly.” He tries to hug me, but I step out of his grasp, which doesn’t seem to surprise him.
He’s taking in my whole appearance. “You’ve changed so much, it’s like I’m looking at a different wolf.” Turning, he walks inside, leaving me outside in the darkness.
Caleb is a mess coming outside. His face is crumpled in self–persecution.
“I shouldn’t have done that, Rya. I just couldn’t help myself. I just smelled her and lost my reason. He knew what he was doing. He took all those knives for me.” Caleb starts crying on my shoulder while Belac is watching from a distance, not approaching. I rub his back for”
him.
“It’s my fault, Caleb. If I would have just told Dallas in the first place, this would have never
happened.” comfort. Except the belly is in the way of a full hug.
Now both of us are me of snot and tears while we hold each other for
He places a hand on my stomach. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“I was afraid. The more time I let it go on, the harder it was to say something. Then, when you said that he was back for two weeks, he never called me. He moved on with his life,
and I would just be a burden to him.”
“What are you talking about, Rya?”
He stands away from me. “He couldn’t call you. He was collared to the pole. Didn’t you get
The Alpha’s Greatest Mistake
“What picture?” He pulls out his phone, scrolling through messages until he finds mine.
“This Look” 1 oves me a picture of Dallas’s wolf looking embarrassed, tied to a pole,
wearing a collar
Iresul our message. It dawns on me that I threw my phone into the ocean before I received Me picture. It didn’t act with such emotion, this might have been avoided.
“We kept calling and calling you. He called you as soon as he was released, but you never
answered any of us.” He sounds l
“I thought Dallas never wanted to talk to me again when you told me he has been home for two weeks, so I threw my phone away, I never got your picture of him. I thought that since he didn’t want me anymore, I should break up with his family too.”
He’s looking guilty too. “I shouldn’t have worded it that way,” he says as he scrolls the message again. “This doesn’t read well, does it? I can see how you got upset.” His head turnst
toward Belac.
For a wolf who has something to say all the time, he can’t form words. It’s as if he’s tongue tied, nothing intelligible coming out. He looks foolish in a way.
She doesn’t look impressed by her mate as she walks away.
His eyes never leave her hips, the sway is hypnotic to any wolf, but his brain must be entranced by his mate.
“Dallas wants me to bring you to your place. I need to come back here after I drop you off. We need to do what the good doctor says.” He tries making a joke, but I don’t laugh.
“You stay. It’s not a long walk, and I need the air.” He gives me a side eye.
“Til be fine. Stay with your father. Keep your family updated.” Turning from him, I begin the slow walk back, stopping every ten minutes for little breaks, because of the dull pain that’s spreading in my lower back from the exertion of walking. The day’s been too long.
Taking my contacts out, I wash my face. I get a blanket and pillow, wrapping myself up on chair waiting for him to come. I don’t want to go back inside. The stench of blood is making me gag. It looks like a bomb went off inside the house with mass casualties. Bloody footprints stai the wooden deck.
Opening my eyes. I see him approach me like the great tides of the ocean. He flows toward me, unstoppable in his path. It feels as if nature has gone silent. It’s an uncomfortable stillness. The ocean waves have ceased rolling on the shore as the moon stops breathing, wanting to listen to every word.
“Rya.” Kneeling in front of me, his hands go to my outer thighs, his forehead touching my knee. He postures in front of me a moment before he lifts his head, his glacier eyes regarding me.
He just looks at me, defeated, while his hands go underneath the blanket, then underneath. my shirt. He’s feeling his male, skin on skin. The little one inside me is going insane. It’s almost borderline painful with the full strength of him showing off for his father.
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