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Reid, because there was no mistaking him now, stepped closer. “So,” Reid said quietly, “you drugged her, erased footage, tampered with evidence, and helped destroy my family.” Adrian sobbed. “She promised me protection. Money. She said you’d never look back.” Reid crouched down until they were face to face. “You took four years from my son,” he said softly. “You made his mother suffer alone.” Adrian shook violently. “I’m sorry..” Reid stood abruptly. James straightened too, already pulling out his phone.

“I know this situation is unorthodox, Reid, but you can’t take her as a chosen mate. You can’t marry her. I know I’m asking the impossible here, but please, Reid, you just can’t.” His hands were cupping her face now and he frowned. “I wasn’t planning on doing that. I know it makes me sound like a bastard but I can’t give you up. I’ll be involved with the baby and that would mean that she’d live here in pack territory …” “Reid, she drugged you. I overheard her on the phone earlier today. She said something about a lust drug and that this baby was her ticket to the Luna seat.” Reid wiped a tear from her cheek and she realized only then that she was crying. She closed her eyes briefly and burie

I didn't need him messing up my brain. "Second question, um...how many relationships have you been in your entire life." "Only, like...fourteen to fifteen." ONLY? After I typed his answer I moved on to the third question. "Only three more after this one. Are you still consuming? And if not, how long have you been clean?" This was redundant to me since I already knew the answer, but he didn't know that, so I had to play along. "Who said I was on drugs?" He said, offended.

He watched too long. Hayden spun on him. “Goodbye, Jake.” “Wait.” Jake stepped forward again. “Please. Don’t go. I know we’ve had—” He swallowed. “our differences. But I’ve changed. Rehab’s working on it.” “Rehab?” I echoed. I didn't know Jake had a problem with drugs. An addiction problem. “Yeah.” He shrugged. “Been clean for a while. Group therapy, daily meditations, all that spiritual crap. Turns out not destroying my life feels… weirdly nice.”

“You do get straight to business, don't you? I have to say I admire that about you. But tell me, why would I do that?” “That shof you released is poison, Rowan. I know that you know exactly what they drug does. You've already done enough, there should be a limit you won't cross.” He chuckled. “That's the thing, Caspian. That poison sells, and limits are for losers. I always win. Always.” “It’s addictive. Norexidone-23. You know exactly what you’re doing.” “I know,” he said simply. The casual tone hit me harder than if he’d screamed.

But it was not until couple of weeks ago, that I find out the real truth that he was doing drugs. He was struggling with his work, when a friend of his offered him the drug to help him finish off on his assignments. Then months later he was hooked on the stuff, and everything went downhill from there. "How are you Aaron?" I asked him as we were having our coffee, after we finish our lunch. Mom and dad was waiting for Aiden in the study, while I decide to catch up with Aaron in the living room. "You know, I felt bad that I didn't stand up for you with the Emilie thing..."

“Currently, we created a drug for Alphas to suppress themselves from their mate.” “Yup, we need something like that. Before he killed the ex-fated mate.” Graham nodded as Paxton nodded, as he surely understood Reid's situation. The doctor came, a male Omega and he approached Graham and Quinn and shook each other’s hand. “So glad that you came.” The doctor who supplies pain relievers for Reid whenever his mate rejects him claims the mate she chose over and over again. But his wolf was strong enough and already detached from her. Reid didn’t take too much of it and he wondered how Hannah survived without taking any drug.

"You don't...know that for sure." "I could tell. From his red eyes and his quivering lips. Not to talk of the way, his hands kept shaking. Same with his words. The drugs are taking their tolls on him. Is that the kind of person you want to make yourself believe you're in love with?" "I'm not making myself to believe. I'm certain." "A drop out,'' Funny. "Sounds more like a student who got expelled as a result of bad manners, poor grades, drug addiction, sleeping with numerous girls and maybe, sneaking out to clubs and bars to have his own share of fun."

He didn’t like being reminded of his own compulsions. Julian pressed, his voice rough but steady. “You want me to see you. To admit you were the puppet master. You want me to acknowledge your brilliance. Because without that, all this...” he jerked his chin toward the chemicals, the rope, the bushes... “is just a coward hiding in shadows, shooting people in the dark.” The vein in Reid’s temple throbbed. He stood abruptly, pacing like a predator circling a cage. His hand tightened on the chemical jug, then loosened again, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pour or prolong.

They look at each other and I can tell that they linking one another. Reed leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “First off, we are not mad at you for telling us to back off, Heather. We understand why and we agree. We also know she is like our own personal drug and she is highly addictive. The last thing we wanted to do was hurt Heather.” “What do you mean, was? What did you two do?” I don’t think I’m going to like what I’m about to hear.