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Applying re pressure on his neck, I can feel his throat crushing against my forearm.
It’s just a matter of minutes before he passes out if he doesn’t tap out.
find Dallas’s eyes looking at me, watching. Applying more pressure on Caleb’s neck, I wish
this were Dallas in my arms.
His eyes dilate at how I’m staring at him. He must understand the language I’m using
without words.
Feeling the tap on my head, it’s light, but it’s a tap. Letting go, I get myself off the ground. and face Dallas. I’m puffed up from all the testosterone flowing in my system. Flying high off this win that took me months and months to do.
My pack males start to clap. It’s soft at first, but it starts growing louder and louder.
Paying it no mind, I can’t look away from Dallas, who’s slowly putting Rya behind him.
“Time for you to go.” That’s all I say to him as I try to compose myself, try to control all the urges I feel toward Rya.
“You need to take her with you. She can’t stay in this pack. She’s not wanted.” I’ve dug our grave with my own hands. This is just the last nails in our coffin.
I’ve failed her in every single way. This is my only redemption. May the moon forgive me.
A single tear makes a trail down her cheek before dropping on the ground, and I have to
fight mine from coming out.
Rya
Liar.
He’s lying. Everything he’s saying is a lie. I watch his face all bloodied and bruised, the
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strain of the fight blooming in dark bruises along his jaw, neck. I can even tell he’s fighting not to cry with what he’s saying.
He’s ar
st of lies.
“How could you be so cruel to her?” Dallas just looks at Clayton with ears that don’t believe
what he’s been told.
She needs to hear it.” That’s what Clayton says, that I need to hear it.
“I will never understand how you can just give her away like this without even a fight. Is she not worth your fight?” Dallas challenges.
“She isn’t worth my fight.” Another stray tear comes down my face. He watches it with eyes.
that try to hold his own tears in.
Repressing emotions is not good. They have a way of coming out eventually.
“You’re a good wolf, Dallas. I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for this pack,
for her. But I want you out now. I want her out and away from me. I need her to
leave because I don’t want to have to fight you for her.”
for
me,
“You wouldn’t win, Clayton. You can’t beat me. I know it, you know it. But I would welcome the fight with teeth. I would honor her in a real fight. Give me a real fight, Clayton.” Dallas is posturing. The smell of male testosterone is sending my electrical pulses to every nerve ending I have.
“I won’t fight you for her. You can have her.” I’m just a throwaway. Dallas shakes his head.
in disgust.
“We’ll be gone by the end of tomorrow. We just have to pack our stuff.”
“Good.” That’s all Clayton says as he turns his back on us, going into the male changing
room.
“Rya, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,” Caleb says with his head hanging low, shoulders hunched over. He delicately steps toward me.
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“I’m not sure what happened. I just couldn’t
me.” Calch
what he was
rol the wolf for a eund. Pleher fuckfor at my feet, kneeling in front of me, his head down low in great shams. s to do.
“I got too close to you. When you started to press yourself against me, I just couldn’t stop” He’s barely able to say these words his throat is so tight, the sounds
barely cracking out
“I would never do that to a female, ever, especially one that belongs to my brother ” It’s hard to stay mad at this creature. Males always react somewhat different around me. My smell, they say, is tantalizing to their senses, along with my eyes. Even Dallas says I smell n if I am in a constant state of heat. It must be hard for Caleb because he loves all types of if I am in a constant state of
females.
Putting a hand on his head, I forgive him, but I won’t ever fight him again.
Dallas is looking at his brother as if he could eat him.
Grabbing Dallas’s hand, I pull him away and out of the training center. I don’t stop walking until we are far down the road. Every now and then, Dallas turns toward where we came from to growl or start walking toward it, only for me to pull him back toward the way home..
“I need to go home and pack, Rya. I don’t have very much left here. I started shipping it home a few weeks ago. You should start packing. Maybe tonight you and I could go visit your parents to say goodbye.” I laugh slightly. I don’t even think they know I’m home or even left at all. Not a word from them, but then again, I never called either.
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