로그인After a night with my mate, he rejected me for my best friend. Finding out I'm pregnant, I flee and try to start over. I miss my mate and I miss my pack but he hurt me.
더 보기Evelyn pov I made it maybe ten miles past the pack border before my body betrayed me again. The nausea hit sudden and vicious, cramping through my stomach with no warning at all, and I barely managed to swerve onto the shoulder of the empty road before flinging the door open and losing what little I'd managed to eat that morning. I knelt there in the gravel, one hand braced against the car for balance, and let my body finish what it needed to, tears streaming down my face somewhere in the middle of it all, though I couldn't have said anymore whether I was crying from the physical sickness or the emotional wreckage still throbbing beneath it. When it finally passed, I sat back against the car door, breathing hard, staring out at the empty stretch of road ahead of me. Trees on either side, no pack lands in sight anymore, no compound, no Damon. Just me, alone, further from everything I'd ever known than I'd been in my entire life. *Even if I'm pregnant, I'm not going back.* The thou
Damon pov I stood frozen in the wreckage of her room for maybe three seconds before my legs made the decision my mind was still arguing with, and I was running. Down the hallway, past pack members who scattered out of my way, down the stairs two at a time, out through the front doors into the grey morning light. I caught sight of her immediately—Evelyn, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, already crossing the compound toward the small lot where the pack kept a handful of vehicles for runs into town. "Evelyn!" She didn't stop. Didn't even slow down, her strides purposeful and fast, like she'd already rehearsed this exact path in her mind sometime during the sleepless night before. I caught up to her just as she reached her car, my hand landing on the door before she could pull it open. She turned to face me, and whatever composure I'd been clinging to on the walk over threatened to shatter entirely at the look in her eyes—not the raw grief from the night before, not even the hard
Damon pov I stormed into Evelyn's room without knocking, the last of my patience burning away with every step down the hallway. My wolf was snarling now, agitated and confused, torn between two instincts that seemed to be pulling me in opposite directions—one that wanted to comfort my mate, and one that bristled at the memory of Marissa's tear-streaked face, the red mark blooming across her cheek. Evelyn didn't even look up when I entered. She'd pulled her closet open and was yanking clothes off hangers with sharp, efficient movements, stuffing them into an old duffel bag I didn't recognize. A growl rumbled out of my chest before I could stop it. "What is this?" She spared me a single glance over her shoulder, and the hatred in her eyes hit me like a physical blow—colder now than the raw devastation from the night before, settled into something harder, something more permanent. "What does it look like, Damon?" "You attacked Marissa in the middle of the hallway." The words came ou
Evelyn pov I don't know how long I laid in that bed after Damon left, staring at the same water stain on my ceiling, before my body finally forced me into motion. Hunger, maybe, though nothing about my stomach felt like it wanted food. Or maybe it was just the desperate need to feel something other than the hollow, aching stillness that had settled into my bones since the night before. I peeled myself off the mattress and stood under the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing at my skin like I could somehow wash away the memory clinging to it—Marissa's laugh, Damon's bare back, the particular scent of betrayal that seemed to have worked its way into my very pores. It didn't work, of course. Some things don't rinse off. But at least when I stepped out, dressed in clean clothes with my hair still damp, I looked marginally more human than I had a few hours before. My stomach growled, hollow and insistent, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything since the night before the ceremony. I
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