His Achilles Heel

'It's never about me though, is it Connor? I try and try and give all that I have, all that I am but it's never enough, I'm never enough...'

Aimee Carter could feel her heart bleed as she watched his face. He couldn't look at her, instead, Connor stared out at the valley below them, his hands shoved in the back pockets of his jeans, a muscle ticking in his well-defined jaw as he stood there waiting for Aimee to let it all out.

'I keep waiting for you to call me, for you to realize that I'm right here waiting. I'm your girlfriend but I don't mean anything, you just take what you want from me and go!'

Aimee was sobbing now, his silence her only answer, and Connor had nothing he could say to reassure her that she meant anything more to him. For the second time today, he was about to hurt her, and couldn't even tell her the real reason why.

Shrugging his broad shoulders he turned to face her, green eyes meeting blue as she searched his face for any sign of love, but there was none, and his voice when he spoke was void of emotion.

'Aimee, I don't want to see you anymore. This isn't working, we are from two different worlds, and trying to fit in with each other is too hard...I want to be free.'

Aimee looked at the love of her life in disbelief, watching as he impatiently ran his finger through his messy blonde hair, and her voice broke as she finally whispered

"Just leave Connor, get in your fancy car, go back to your rich family, and move on. From what I hear, you are really good at that.''

She couldn't bear to watch as he turned and started walking to his car. In her mind's eye, she could picture Connor's Porsche parked next to her Harley. They used to laugh at how out of place their vehicles looked side by side, the similarity to their relationship not going unnoticed.

He was the rich kid in school, she was the daughter of an MC club president, yet somehow, for three years they made it work.

Connor had stood at this very lookout with Aimee, overlooking the ocean last year, and told her he would marry her one day. What a difference a year made.

Aimee stared resolutely out at the ocean as his car roared to life. she loved the way it purred with power when he would whisk her away for the weekend, and he would tell her that he had never in his life seen anything more erotic than his woman turning up to his house on a motorcycle. Aimee would shake her raven hair loose every time she took her helmet off knowing how sexy he found it.

The sound of Connor leaving made her body tremble and Aimee's topaz eyes filled with unshed tears, as she was forced to acknowledge that this was goodbye.

She had given up everything for him, cut ties to her Dad and his club. Most of whom had been like family, watching her grow up, looking out for Aimee, making her feel safe and protected, turning her into a confident young woman.

During the past year, as Connor's parents seemed to require more of his time, and his family's business soaked up the rest, Aimee had even changed her appearance to try and blend in with his world. Gone were the ripped jeans, tank tops, and leather jackets. In its place were dresses, high heels, and feminine cardigans. Aimee's trademark red and gold tints in her hair had been dyed back to midnight black, piercings removed, back tattoo's covered skilfully with makeup and her trucker vocabulary toned down to a nun's, but it still hadn't been enough.

As hard as she tried Connor started to pull away. First, it was the missed calls, then the last-minute change of plans, his increasing trips out of town to participate in "team bonding" with the family business, and finally canceling their plans altogether without even giving a reason.

No, Aimee should have been prepared for this, the old Aimee would have seen it coming and hurt him before he had a chance to hurt her, she deserved this, and as the tears finally spilled over she vowed that she would use this pain and come out the other side reborn, no one would ever get close enough to hurt her again.

CONNORS POV

"FUCK!" Connor thumped the steering wheel of his 1955 Porshe spyder, breaking every speed limit possible as he took his pain out on the road to the packhouse. Dust scattered in his wake as he drove with blurry vision, and despite his best efforts to block it out, the devastation on Aimee's face as he uttered the words that broke her heart stayed with him, even his wolf refused to speak to him after it was done. Aimee was, after all, his human mate, but she had no idea what he really was and the world he lived in was one she could never fit into, it was an unspoken rule in their community that if the moon goddess gave you a human mate, for the good of the pack they had to be let go so their offspring could remain untainted, it was pack law.

As the eldest son of the Alpha, Connor had to uphold these laws.

His heart was unsteady as image after image of the years they'd spent together mocked him, his father had warned him not to pursue the relationship, but Connor wasn't strong enough to deny himself the years they could share before he turned twenty one, now the memories were threatening to cripple him, there would never be anyone else for him, he had silently promised Aimee that as her back faced him on their clifftop.

Connor felt her pain like it was his own. even from the safety of his car, as he drove away, leaving her there alone, the emptiness that poured into his soul was crippling, and the further away he drove the more unbearable it became.

Connor braked viciously, his car screeching to a halt as he wrenched the door open and jumped out, his anger gave him speed as he spotted his father waiting just inside the doors.

His forest green eyes matched those of the much older wolf as Connor stormed past his father, "It's done!" He growled as he barged up the stairs, heading to his apartment, today he had cut out his own heart for the good of the pack.