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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~LEILA
Panic had seized my body, my heart thundered behind my breast, my breath hitching at my throat.
I needed to get out of here.
What have I done?
I ignored Queenie's whining
I had already jumped down from the table, letting my gown fall as I pulled back my straps to cover my bare chest. My hands were trembling when I picked up my underwear and pulled it up to my legs.
"What's going on?"
I didn't answer and I almost cursed when my underwear snapped on the way up. I fisted on it and picked up my night robe.
"Fuck! Leila, stop." He held me by the sides but I slid away from him. His expression changed to hurt and I controlled myself not to look at him...not to pity him.
He inhaled sharply, running a hand in his hair as he paced. When he stopped and turned to me, anger reflected in his voice. "What's wrong?"
"Everything." I blurted, pacing. "Everything we just did is wrong."
"Fuck..."
I cut him off, "They are going to smell me on you, and you on me..." My voice was shaky.
"We've talked about this. We've agreed to deal with this when it comes."
"It's already come. Nick, we both know there's no chance between the two of us..." There was a low growl behind his throat. "...you know you and I are unacceptable."
"That's what you make yourself think."
"Because it's true." My voice was rough with frustration. Or maybe when we wished we could yell at each other, we whispered, and it was getting on my nerves. "All this is complicated. We're complicated. We promised to keep a distance, we promised to keep boundaries -"
"You damn well know that can never happen."
"- we promised only to be allies and to co-parent. This...this wasn't part of the deal. One of us should've stopped us."
"Would you have?" I stopped talking, "Because I already said I wouldn't. Tell me, Leila, would you have stopped us?"
I paced, tears pouring from my eyes. "We should have tried harder."
It was a bitter chuckle, "Oh, please..."
"We should have..." Sobs cracked through me.
"This...this is what I feared."
"This is what I feared."
He looked at me.
"This...this hope...that makes us blind to things that aren't."
"This guilt makes you blind to what we could've been. When are you ever going to let it go?"
