All Chapters of When I’m Gone, You Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elena’s povJacob and I went inside in time to see my father sitting in his armchair with an old accordion balanced on his knee.The sight of it made me start tearing up because he hadn’t touched in years since my mother passed away."You remember this song?" He began to play, "Your mother used to dance to it."Jacob sat beside me on the floor, his back against the couch, my father's fingers slipped to hit a wrong note, and he laughed at himself before launching into something completely different.Jacob snorted and I started giggling. Then my father was playing faster, deliberately hitting wrong notes, making faces at us like a child.We laughed until my stomach hurt.Until tears streamed down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe. Jacob doubled over, gasping for air between fits of laughter. My father finally gave up and set the accordion aside, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand."You're both terrible," he said, grinning. "No appreciation for art.""That wasn't art," Jacob manag

Blake‘s POV"Please." Her grip tightened. "Just help me back onto the bed. I tried to stand when I heard you coming, and now I feel dizzy."I lifted her carefully and set her back on the hospital bed, making sure she was settled against the pillows. Her hand stayed locked around mine the entire time, refusing to let go."There." I pulled free. "You're fine. I'm leaving.""Where are you going?""Elena is missing." The words didn’t leave a good taste in my mouth, "I have to find her."Something flickered in Lydia's expression. Satisfaction. Triumph. The look of a woman who'd already won and was just waiting for everyone else to realize it."So I'm really being abandoned?" she murmured, her voice soft with mock hurt. "After everything I've done for you?"I didn't answer. I clearly didn’t have time for her games. I had to find Elena and bring her back. Had to tell her—The door opened behind me and I turned, Sarah stood in the doorway with a confused look as she processed the scene. Her

Lydia’s povBlake had thrown me out like garbage.The humiliation burned through me as I drove away from his house, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. I'd shown up in my best silk hoping that he would lose control and take me right there on the porch.But he has rejected me.For her, I thought bitterly. He rejected me for that sickly, pathetic Omega.Elena. Always Elena, even when she was gone, she still had her claws in him. He was buying moonflowers and rearranging furniture and preparing the house like she was going to walk through the door at any moment.She wasn't coming back. I needed leverage. Something that would force Blake to acknowledge me, and stop this ridiculous obsession with his dying mate and focus on what actually mattered.And I knew who that was exactly;His mother.Margaret Hayes lived in their old family estate at the edge of pack territory.Margaret herself was no different. She was regal and has never hidden the fact that she didn’t like me. Well, she ju

Blake’s pov"Get off her bed." My voice was barely human. "You have no right.""I don't know what you're talking about—""I saw them." I towered over her, my chest heaving with rage. "Every message you sent her."Her face went pale. "Those were just—I was just defending what was mine—""Nothing about me was ever yours." I hauled her to her feet, "What we had was mutual exploitation, nothing more.""That's not true." Tears welled in her eyes, "Blake, I loved you. I still love you. Everything I did was because I wanted us to be together—"She cut short and sent me a glare, “Did you ever love me?" I released her arm, stepping back. "I asked you a question." She prompted when I said nothing."I never loved you." I hissed at her, "I was seeking excitement. Something to make me feel powerful while I climbed the ranks." I met her eyes. "You were convenient, Lydia. That's all you ever were."Her face crumpled."I would rather give up my Alpha position," I said slowly, "than stay married to

Blake’s povI threw Lydia in the dungeon. I wanted to strangle her but apparently, it’s not a good idea. The dungeon was cold and dark."Do you know why you're here?" I asked.She pressed herself against the far wall of the cell, as far from me as she could get. Her eyes were wide with genuine fear now."Blake, please. I'm pregnant with your child. You can't—""Answer the question."A sob escaped her. "Because of what I did to Elena.""Yes."She suddenly burst into laughter, It was a horrible that made me grit my teeth."Did you ever truly love me?" she asked. "Even once?"I didn't answer."Of course you didn't." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing mascara across her cheeks. "But here's the thing, Blake, if you loved Elena so much, how could you have slept with me?""Shut up.""How many times was it? Dozens? Hundreds?" Her voice rose, hysteria bleeding through. "Every night, you came to my bed. You chose me over her and now you want to pretend you're the devoted ma