Jude Queens never believed in fairytales—until Malachi Flynn crashed into his world with a grin like summer and a spike that could stop time. Bound by their shared love for volleyball, their chemistry burned bright and fast, leaving everything else in the shadows. But just as Jude opened his heart, Malachi vanished without a word. Two years later, Malachi returns—older, familiar, and still devastatingly magnetic. The moment they lock eyes, the ache returns. So does the desire. But buried beneath Malachi’s smile are secrets that could shatter them both. Torn between anger and longing, Jude must decide: can he forgive the boy who left him in pieces, or is some pain too deep to heal? “Why Did You Leave Me When I Needed You Most?” is a sizzling, tender story of second chances, the scars we carry, and the hope that love—real, soul-deep love—can echo back stronger than before.
View MoreJude Queens hated going to these things. High school parties had been bad enough, but college parties? They were a whole new type of terrible. The air was thick with mingling scents of sweat, cheap cologne, and spilled alcohol. There was no
way to makeit to the bathroom, and if you did,itwasworsethandisgusting—sticky floors, overflowing trash cans, and unmentionable substances on allsurfaces. Missing these gatherings was his MO, but they'd just won a game tonight, and Yon and Klaus just wouldnot let him stay home. It wasnot like he was any fun at them, anyway. He didn't drink, didn't smoke, anddid not have any intentionsongettinginvolved with anyone. Andyet here he was, holding a red cup ofwhat was probably stale beer. He sniffed it; yeah, beer."Can you at least try to look like youare not in hell right now, Jud? Can you do that? For me?" Yon asked. Jude shothim a look in response. "You said I could gohome after one drink."You haven't even touched it! It's been an hour, and I havenot seen you take asingle sip.Please, just have one sip," Yon said. Jude sighed
dramaticallybeforehebroughtthe cup to his lips. God, that was disgusting. He grimaced, and Yon burst into laughter."Did he actually try it?" Klaus asked. Yon shrugged."I did try it. You said one sip. I maygo now," Jude saidto Yon."We'remeant to be celebrating. This ismeant to be a celebration. We won the tournament; you won your first college tournament! Don't you think we'reentitledto this?" Yon said, clearly exasperated with Jude. Jude rolled his eyes. Why would Yon even want him here? “I’m happy, but this is just not my idea of a celebration,” he pointed out. He surveyed the room again—bad music and people gyrating against each other, covered in sweat…ugh. The dim lighting and flashing neon created an almost surreal, disorienting atmosphere, amplifying his discomfort."Come on, a big swallow," Klaus coaxed, pushing the cup upwardsagainst Jude's lips and making him tilt his head back and swallowsomemore. Jude scowled, the bitterness stinging on his tongue. "I liked you better when you were scared of me.""I wasn'tever scared of you. I just didn't realize you were a softie under all the glaring," Klaus said back, his faceflushed. He'dprobably hadafewwarm beers by then."Wehave to go to the gym tomorrow," Jude said,reminding him, and Klaus shook his headandlooked away. Yon and Klaus were both sophomores, a year older than Jude. Klaus had attendedJude's high school, sohefeltobligatedtoJude. They'dtakenJude under their wing since they started school three months prior. They didn'thaveany classes together but sharedthe volleyball team, which constituted Jude's life. Jude was on asports scholarship, after all. They didattempt to be Jude'sfriend, and Jude wasaware he wasnot always the easiest guy to befriends with. Jude sighed and took another drink without being prompted. Surprised, they both turned to him, the glee evident on their faces. Jude drank and tried to smother his smile. “I’m so proud of you,” Yon said while Klaus clutched his hand to his chest in a mock impression of a proud parent. “Don’t get too excited about it,” Jude told him.Agirlwhowas drunk andheadingto the bathroomcrashedintoJude. She apologized,turningaround,and smiled at him. Since Jude didnot smile back, she proceededwithanstrangeglanceathim. "He's not mean; it's just his face," Klaus called out. Jude gavehima horrified look. "Could you not do that, maybe?""Would you not look asif you're going to killeverypersonin this room?" Klaus asked, taking a huge gulp of his beer and revelingin it. Jude gave him a half-hearted fake smile."Oh, so cute," Klaus said, stretching out to pinch Jude's cheek. Jude slapped his hand away. Yon called out a name and stepped away from the individual. Jude turned, watching him talk to a man who had passedby them. Jude didnotcatch his face."Drinkup. I'm getting you another one," Klaus said."You said one drink," Jude protested."Oh, my god, you're such a baby. Just drink the beer," Klaus muttered. Jude took another drink. He turned back to Yon, hoping he would keep his one-drink promise, and choked on it. Wow."Are you okay?" Klaus asked him. Jude turned to him and waved vaguely. He wasable to work his throat around the drink and coughed a fewtimes while Klaus whacked his back."I'm fine," Jude said, not at all feeling fine. Yon was still talking to the guy he'dyelledat, and he was just…wow. Jude had never beenquite so instantly attracted to someonehe'djust seen, not like this. The way he stood with his hands halfin the pockets of his jeans, to the smile he gave Yon, he just looked perfect. He was shorter than Jude. His dark brown hair messeduntidilyon his head, giving him that just-out-of-bed disheveledappearance. He licked his lips priortoerupting into a wide smile at Yon's statement. God, he also had a great smile. His dark eyebrows were thick over his eyes in the most endearingmanner, slanting at precisely the right angle. The stubble along his jawline was light but enough to conveytheimpressionof sharpness. Jude couldn't discern the color of his eyes from this far away, but he could see a beauty mark highon his cheekbone. "Hey, are you there?" Klaus asked with a laugh, and Jude turnedhis attention back to him.Jude noddeddistractedly. How long had he been staring at him?"What were you staring at?Whowere you staring at?" Klaus questioned, amusementevident in his voice.Jude panicked. He hadnottoldthemthispartabouthimself. It hadnot come up, and it wasnot like he could announcethat he was gay duringpractice and carry on as normal. Klaus caught a look at Yon and then at Jude."No one," Jude tried, but Klaus frowned. His eyes drifted back to Yon, and then his eyebrows rose. Jude started shaking his head."Holy fuck, Jud, I had no fucking idea," Klaus said with a grin."It's not—" Jude started to argue, his heart in his throat."It's not? You're literally drooling looking at that guy," Klaus said, leaningin a little and dropping his voice. Jude clamped his lips shut. "I wasn't—" he tried again.LyonLyon tugged on his shirt collar, taking a breath. It wasn't the suit itself – he wore them daily – it was the caliber of the establishment. He wasn't a people person, nor one for the pretenses of high society. He avoided them whenever possible, so to find himself in a situation that necessitated a mix of both was pure torture. The holiday ball room wasn't small, but it was stifling, filled to the brim with the crème de la crème.Otherwise, he'd never attend this sort of thing. He'd built a second career out of not attending parties, and he'd always have been happy to leave it that way. Schmoozing and networking weren't his strong point, and he knew Ryan would've accepted his excuses for what they were, and he could've sulked in peace at home with his cats and his whiskey.But when Ryan approached him with the true reason for this farce, Lyon couldn't resist an offer. He could tolerate all these individuals for one night if it meant being a part of something so vital. Witnessing h
"That Narrows Down the Pool a Lot."His husband glared at Ryan, though there was a flicker of amusement in his golden eyes, the only thing that they had in common. "Kitten." he rumbled, and a familiar scent of desire drifted on the air. Nick wrinkled his nose. That was the second reason he had to leave. These two knew nothing about closed doors, or zipped flies, either.What?" Robby insisted, batting his eyelashes in an innocent tone. Oh, the guy's good, Nick thought, making a mental note to sign up for courses. "It is the truth. It is not as if you haven't had the same to say a thousand times." Robby was right. Nick had been shocked at Ryan's candid contempt for other dominant alphas, especially how they treated omegas. Now, he was used to it. As a kid, Nick had been granted more liberties than the majority of omegas, but his aunt had given her consent to laws that stripped them of their rights and reduced them to something close to property. Ryan, while perhaps not shouting his pla
NickNick's boot splattered into the muddy puddle, and a cold fear crept into him, mirroring the water creeping up his leg. "Brilliant," he snarled, the word feeling like a curse. "Just what I needed." His right leg was wet to the knee now, the cold threatening a battle between hunger and cold. A dry part of him, the part that had been ruling for days, forced him to give up, to go to town and let the officials have him. At least an omega house gave one food, a roof.But then, the other voice, the stupid, insistent one that had convinced him to leave his alpha guardian’s manor and traverse two districts alone, whispered, “Just a little longer. You’ll be safe.” He’d ignore the rising cynicism; that voice had been promising safety for a week.He questioned his sanity. Was escaping an auctioned first heat truly worse than this? Omegas weren’t supposed to travel alone. He'd lived like a ghost, sleeping in boxcars, scrounging up leftovers, sneaking through woods and the dingier parts of tow
It was their first day out at sea, and the third time he had been on Malachi's boat. "Boat" seemed like such the wrong word for it. For one, he had just gone and left the gym before heading back to the suite and taking a hot shower. He was greeted at the door by one of the friendly workers, who told him Mr. Flynn was on the deck.When he got there, there was a table set with food and iced champagne. He would never get used to this side of him. Six years later, and it still seemed excessive. Malachi had his back to him and was wearing a robe. When he turned around, his eyebrows went up, and he let out a startled laugh. "Malachi," he said, shocked, "what the fuck are you wearing?" He laughed.He smiled and tilted his head. His white robe was open, and underneath, he was wearing nothing but the small gold chain around his neck and the most shockingly small Speedo. "What do you mean, what am I wearing? Why aren't you wearing yours? I laid it out for you on the bed. Didn't you see it?" Th
He smiled, looking sheepish. She put a plate in front of him."Gracias."She smiled at Malachi and nodded.He grinned, shaking his head. "Sorry about that." He curled up his nose. "And all of this, I don't want to sound presumptuous. I just thought that I might be able to get away with using your altered state a little longer, while you're still speaking to me. You can leave if you would like." His voice became serious as he spoke.He put down his cup. "Sorry about last night—"Not me," he interrupted. "Even if you never want to see me again, I'm not sorry. You shouldn't be sorry either."He stared at him for a minute before he nodded."You can ask me what happened. We can talk about that too," he added."Aight. Later, after lunch, because I'm still feeling like crap."His face broke into a sheepish grin. "Yeah, alright."They were completed, and Malachi chatted with Jaz before she made a pretense and went home early for the day. They sat on the balcony overlooking the city. He was to
"Jud?""I'm fine." His stomach was churning."You don't look fine.""Gee, thanks." A laugh escaped him. "You know you always look fine to me. I meant that you look like you're going to be sick. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?"He sat up in bed, horrified. He barely made it to the toilet before he was throwing up, Malachi's soothing pat on the back. "I'm going to get you water, okay?"He nodded just in time, for another wave of nausea struck. Fortunately, he did not look.The toilet just kept spinning as he sat back on the floor, head against the wall and his eyes closed. Malachi came back and sat on the floor next to him. The cold bottle swept against his cheek, and he jerked, pulling it from his hand. He opened the cork and drank a big gulp. Malachi was smiling, looking up at him, his knees bent and arms folded over them."I think you're enjoying this."Malachi's mouth curled up to the sides of his mouth. "I'm not having fun watching you be ill. I'm just happy you're her
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