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“At least you’ll be alive to do so,”
I reply, unable to keep the mockery from my tone. “Stop being a diva.”
It took us about an hour to get here and although I offered to stop for breakfast; she had refused.
This place is the closest I could find but also a place that is safe. I knew her work is important to her, and I had done the best I could.
Last night, I wouldn’t have been able to protect her, and that fucking shook me. if they had realised and attacked… just the thought makes me realise I made the right decision.
“What?”
She says quietly. I sigh, about to reply, when she shakes her head. “Just forget it. Are there two bedrooms?”
I look at her, although her asking that now feels like a punch in the gut. I nod. Yeah, you can pick whichever one you prefer.”
She doesn’t respond, picking up two of her boxes from the back of the trunk.
“Leave them. I’ll get them inside for you,”
“No, I can manage.”
She says, carrying them up the stairs. I walk past her and unlock the door, opening it wide and take a look around the open-plan livingarea. 2
The place is clean, a slight smell of it being closed up lingers, but it’s a safe place, right down to the design of the windows…
It belongs to a werewolf, someone I knew from the Sable, although he doesn’t know exactly who he’s renting it out to. But he had a few of these homes made around the state. Even if you were chipped, this place would distort the signal.
I’m about to head back to the truck when something falls with a loud band, and I hear glass breaking.
Turning sharply, I spot one of the boxes she was carrying on the floor; the contents sprawling everywhere as she obviously had been struggling with one of the doorknobs..
“No… no no!”
she mutters.
I stride over to her as she crouches down, gathering the things quickly.
“Careful you’ll…”
I begin.
She flinches and I see she’s cut her finger on the glass from a picture frame. I reach for her, but she moves her hand away.
“I’m fine.”
She says with a clipped tone as she picks up the picture frame and looks down at it.
Jai.
She’s staring down at it, and I stand up, suddenly feeling as if I don’t belong here.
“I’ll get the rest of the stuff,”
I say quietly. Despite the cottage being larger than our little apartments, it suddenly feels far too small…
VALERIE.
VALERIE.
I’m hurting him all over again, but I’m panicking. Things are moving too fast. He can’t just make these decisions for me. I’m an adult and this isn’t right. You can’t just make these decisions alone, you’re supposed to discuss them, not act like a caveman and just- take me away!
This isn’t a fairytale! It’s real life!
I’m a doctor, for god’s sake. I have a job that I need to be close to in case I’m called in! What if next month he simply decides to move somewhere else? Will he expect me to leave my job?
I get it; I get why he’s doing this, but… this isn’t the way to go about it
Besides, what if Zaia shows up again or how do I tell them that I’ve moved and why? Although I do think they need to do something about the Arkan.
Maybe we should talk to Zaia, Sebastian, and Atticus.
I stare down at Jai’s image, and with rushing guilt, realise I’m being selfish…
I slide his picture out of the frame and place it aside before I open the door that I was struggling to open when the box fell. It reveals a gorgeous large room.
It’s definitely the master bedroom, that much I can tell, but still, I move to the door beside it, wanting to see the rest. This one leads to a bathroom, and the third door leads to a smaller bedroom with a single bed.
Hearing his footsteps, I turn as he walks in and carries the boxes into the master bedroom.
“Is the room ok?”
he asks, and I close my eyes, trying not to let guilt or frustration consume me.
“Yeah… it is…”
I say, looking down.
The place is nice… and something tells me he did consider me before choosing it.
He places the boxes down and I think he’s about to walk out when he stops in front of me, and places a single finger under my chin forcing me to look up into his eyes.
He doesn’t say anything, simply searching my eyes for something, but as to what he’s looking for, I have no idea….
Zade Toussaint is still a mystery….
“I know why you did what you did-“
“I really don’t think you do,”
he counters quietly, cutting me off.
My heart skips a beat as he steps even closer, his chest almost colliding with mine, sending sparks rushing through me..
I feel drugged when he’s around… my gaze dips to his lips.
“Look at me, Little Mate.”
My cheeks burn as I gaze into his eyes.
“I do understand,”
I respond firmly.
“You don’t. Because if you did, you’ll realise that if last night they attacked, I wouldn’t have been able to protect you. That I was too weak to have done much… The night you were almost raped, what if I wasn’t there?”
His words ring in my mind as he continues.
“I know you had this little plan set up about your new fresh start, but we are werewolves, Valerie. We have to adapt to our surroundings and the situation. The Arkan are out there to kill us, to put an end to us. They are a thousand times worse than the sable.”
His deep husky voice thrums through me, but I grapple to focus on his words and not his voice. “Baby girl, are you listening?”
“Yes!”
I say, shaking my head to clear it. He doesn’t look like he believes me, hist brow slightly furrowed before he nods.
I fall silent, looking away as I ponder on his words.
I do get it… “Then we need to tell them, Atticus, Sebastian, Zaia, they head the biggest packs, they are the ones who can take this up with the government.”
“Yeah, they are.
“But I wonder if they even know how serious the threat is…”
“I doubt it… because they’re picking off the lone wolves first. They have no idea. I mean… did you tell Zaia what almost happened to you?”
I shudder at the memory, instinctively leaning into him, and he releases my chin. instead, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I get it… so… I’ll try to be a little more alert and understanding, but can you at least try to communicate a little better? I’m not used to this.”
I say softly, running my fingers up the curves of his hard-muscled biceps.
“Sounds like a plan. Just try to listen when I’m explaining something?”
I scoff. “What did you say? Excuse me!”
“I’m afraid I can’t because I’m not done with you,”
he whispers, suddenly hoisting me up and pushing me up against the wall behind me.
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