All Chapters of My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

  Betsy’s POV I honestly thought that there were no such moments for me anymore. At the table. Me with a plate in front of me. Nick right opposite me. Shea was in the kitchen, acting as if that was her place. The house was warm. Silent. Being this relaxed seemed a little too much. I took my time chewing, hardly tasting the food. Nick was going on about something minor-supplies, schedules, but my thoughts were drowning him out.  I gave a smile whenever it was required. But inside, something was still trying to get out. 

Betsy’s POVThat night I went to bed not having said much at all.My body was exhausted, but my brain kept going in different directions. I was lying on my side, facing the wall and listening to the house’s quiet sounds. The refrigerator’s soft hum. The floor in the distance creaked a little as Nick went around before he finally got into his room. The house was warm. Safe.But still, it was hard to fall asleep.It took a long time, but I eventually drifted off to sleep and my sleep was very light. I woke up a few hours later, still in the same position. My eyes were wide open and I was gazing at the very dim outline of the ceiling. The morning light had not been able to come into the room yet. Everything was dark and quiet.My chest was getting tighter.I remained in bed with the blanket wrapped more tightly around me. My thoughts were trudging along, slow and heavy. I was aware that my not going to Drake was the right decision. I was sure of it.But the ache was there and knowing did

Drake’s POVThe study gave off a scent made up of paper and vintage wooden furniture.I had spent a lot of time in that room, but my perception of time was quite distorted. It was like a rubber band that would stretch when I decided to and disappear when I needed. My desk looked like an odd sort of mixed-up puzzle made of files that I had stacked in heaps that I had already sorted and shuffled a few times over. I had Patrol reports. Territory notes. Supply lists. Complaints from border guards.Important issues.Matters that an Alpha of the pack should take care of.I took one of the documents and opened it, forcing my eyes to scan through the words. My eyes got through the first line. Then the second. When I got to the third, my mind started to drift away.I slowly closed the file.My fingers stayed a bit longer than necessary on the cover. There was an object of considerable mass on my chest, my chest felt tight. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment, takin

Drake’s POVNick was no way in a hurry to take a seat.I remained in my position, slightly leaning against the table, and keeping a close watch on him. I knew he was in the process of thinking. Nick was always like that. When he was troubled by something, he would take his time with his utterances. He would first think the matter through and only then the words would come out sharp and straight to the point.At last, he whispered something.“There is a part of it that is not logical,” he said.I raised my head. “What do you mean?”“How did Vivian even get to know about something like this?” he asked. “About Betsy? About Matteo? About her not being there with him any longer?”I quietly sighed and rubbed the nape of my neck.“I don’t know,” I replied.Nick regarded me with the expression of someone who has just caught on to something very imperfectly. “You don’t know?”I repeated, “No, I don’t.”He stepped nearer to me slowly. “But she entered this place like she had already been told.”

Betsy’s POV“I’m not in love with him.”These words spilled out of my mouth before I could control them. Rapidly. Severely. As if I were very anxious about what might occur if I didn’t say them in a flash.Nick was looking at me. Not amazed. Not furious. Just silently. His eyes not leaving my lips but like he was expecting something more to come after.“I mean it,” I said, after folding my arms across my chest. “I do care for Drake, that’s true. But not in that way. To me, he is a brother.”The falsehood didn’t feel very good resting in my heart.Shea made a slight movement on the sofa but remained quiet. She had that expression of hers again. The one that always came to her when she was sure there was more, but preferred not to sit and listen.Nick finally nodded. Very slowly.“Okay,” he said. “If that’s what you’re saying.”There was something in his voice that caused my stomach to churn. It was not trust. It was rather a relinquishment. He appeared to be giving it up because he did