Filed To Story: Fated is Overrated Novel Free by Brenda Minnaard
As I try to walk off, I feel someone grabbing my hand. I turn around with a murderous look on my face, to see Nadia crying and on her knees in front of me. “Lola, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. You are completely right, we should have asked, there are no excuses. The last thing I ever wanted in my life was to hurt you Lola. You were my only friend and I completely let you down, I missed you so much”. My face turns from murderous to annoyed as I reply “yes, I see you missed me quite a lot”. I glare at Jason “hanging out and dating the very people that bullied me daily, beat my head in and left me to die in the woods. Oh how you have missed me” I say sarcastically. Nadia has tears streaming down her face, but I don’t care. There was a point in my life where the sight of her like this would have brought me to my knees, but not anymore. Jason also has tears dropping down his cheeks.
“What were we supposed to do Lola? You were gone for years and never replied us. We didn’t even know if you were alive! We searched for you” Jason chimes in, as Nadia is ugly sobbing right now. “You weren’t supposed to do anything. You both made your choice that evening. This only solidifies it”. As I try to walk away, Nadia grips my legs, still sobbing and stuttering out loose words between sobs and gasps for air. “Lola… Please…. I b-beg you. D-don’t l-l-l-leave me a-again”. Well, this is just kind of embarrassing now. I know I always say I am a cold hearted b*tch, and mostly I am, but seeing the girl I grew up with and considered to be my only friend for over a decade graveling at my feet like this is tugging at something in my heart somewhere. Who knew I had a heart? Yugh. “Nadia, get up” I say a little annoyed. She starts wailing and it’s getting more embarrassing by the second. “Lola please!! I-I have m-m-missed you s-so much. I h-h-have missed you e-e-e-every day s-since you left. Y-y-ou are s-still my only f-f-friend and I have been s-s-s-s-s-so l-l-lonely without you. I o-o-only hang a-a-around them b-because of Jason. P-p-please, p-p-please give me a c-chance”. Yugh. Stupid heart. Stupid conscience. Stupid whatever is making me feel sorry for her right now. I don’t want to feel sorry for her, I want to be angry at her.
“F*ck me” I mutter under my breath, sighing heavily. “OK” is all I say to Nadia. She stops wailing and looks up to me with her puffy, red eyes. “OK?” she asks hesitantly. I sigh and move my hand over to her “give me your phone”. She scrambles to retrieve her phone from her pocket, and hands it over immediately. I enter my number into her phone and give her a pointed look “don’t give this to anyone else” I say, while throwing a quick glance at Jason. Jason’s face drops even further and he is giving me some real puppy dog eyes, but I am not susceptible to it. I surprised myself enough already that I caved to Nadia. As I give her a small smile she wraps her arms around my legs and buries her face in them. It looks a bit odd, but I wrap my arms around her shoulders briefly nonetheless. “Call or text me ok” I whisper to her softly, before pulling away. I link Damon and the guards that we are leaving quickly, before Jason or Chris can try to open their mouths again. They both keep pleading with me and I don’t want to talk to either of them. I f*cking hate how soft I can be sometimes. I hate how I can still recall the good times and above all, I hate how draining it is to force myself to keep hating Nadia, Jason and Chris.
Damon POV
I have never had to restrain myself and Dymo as I did this afternoon, it took everything in me to not tear them all apart. The only thing holding me back was knowing we were in the human world, and still I couldn’t help but choke the b*tch when she called my sister a wh*re. She told me the stories of what happened in her pack, but having them in front of me and hearing that b*tch insult her was something else entirely. I was fuming for hours on end after, and I even wanted to pay that little pack a visit myself and burn the entire place down. But my sister insisted there were good people and young children there as well. I reluctantly refrained from going, and eventually she managed to cuddle me into calming down. I don’t know how she was able to remain so calm. My sister really is a queen without trying, even though she doesn’t realize it herself. I didn’t tell her, and I was in complete disbelief myself, but the girl that was graveling at her feet is actually my mate. I didn’t know what to do, as she was with the gang that brutalized my sister for years. I didn’t know who she was and if she had partaken in the bullying and beating herself, so I stayed put beside Lola, and acted like I didn’t notice the bond. By the end of it I could tell she was definitely not one of Lola’s tormentors, so I let out a little bit of the breath I was holding.
I could tell by the look on her face that she noticed the bond. But to my surprise, she didn’t say anything either. She probably thinks I am Lola’s chosen mate and doesn’t want to get in between us. Which shows me that she would put Lola’s happiness above her own, and it works to her advantage in my opinion of her. Although the mate pull is powerful and I would have loved nothing more than to grab her into my arms if the situation were different, I can’t accept her until Lola has smoothed things over with her. Normally the mate pull prevails above all other bonds, but I have only just found my sister after so many years, and I would die before I ever let her down again in any shape or form.
Lola POV
** Friday **
New Book: Returned To Make Them Pay
On her wedding anniversary, Alicia is drugged and stumbles into the wrong room—straight into the arms of the powerful Caden Ward, a man rumored never to touch women. Their night of passion shocks even him, especially when he discovers she’s still a virgin after two years of marriage to Joshua Yates.