How much can love save?
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Leila is torn between keeping away from her mate and saving her Pack. She believes staying away from him is best for the both of them. But the only way she stands a chance at protecting the people she loves is if she accept...
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(This is an especially long chapter. Expect more of these)
~LEILA
I hated his ability to make me think about him so much. So much, I couldn't sleep last night. I hated the way I craved his touch on my skin, or the sound of his voice, or his breath on my face.
I tossed and turned multiple times, I had to ask Rachel to sleep next to Rey to avoid waking her.
That next morning, I ranted to Rachel about how he had followed me around the other day. How he had been there in the restaurant. That's after she schooled me for being so cold on her that evening. I had to explain to her the high that sometimes happened on a lycan.
But I was lucky that he never bothered me for almost a whole week. That didn't mean I stopped thinking about him. As much as I hated it, I did. And Rey had to spend most of the nights with Rachel due to my constant movements that caused her irritation.
I didn't know if they kept on communicating but I had told Rey not to. She had asked if I knew him, he had called me by my name that day, and I told her it didn't matter because he was a really important person, and that she should stop infiltrating his link. But she's never told me anything about him and I chose to believe she stopped.
I met Natasha in the middle of the week. Thrice even. She was definitely not Nat. Maybe I had hoped she was, so that I didn't have to take the blame on Nat's death, but she wasn't. And Nat was already dead. I had killed her. It didn't change anything but at least Natasha and I got acquainted.
She was a very sweet and kind person. Not like I'm saying Nat wasn't. This one just looked too innocent and sweet.
I had told Rachel about it and she advised me to tell or ask Nick about it before he left. I wanted to believe his silence meant that he had given up and left but I knew Nick. I knew him too well to know he was too determined to just give up on something he wanted. But I also hadn't met him ever since the incident in the restaurant, so there was no asking him about it. He hadn't even shown up in the restaurant again. Not like I was expecting him.
"Boo, snap out of it." Bridgit, one of my co-workers snapped her finger in front of my face and I flinched.
I sighed in exasperation. "I'm sorry."
She placed her hand on her hip. "Let me guess, mom stuff."
I let a small grin curve on my lips.
Orange curls moved from the corner of my eye. "I'm getting used to that excuse." Joy handed the plates to the guy in the kitchen and turned her brown gaze at me with a smirk that lit up her freckles.
Bridgit fidgeted with the tissue she was holding. "Me too." She straightened her apron. "Tell us, is it a guy?"
