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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~MAX
There was no way in hell I was going back to that meeting after this. I didn't know letting my thoughts out was redeeming. I felt lighter.
Well, that was some way!
I hadn't intended for it to go the way it went. As much as I didn't mind hanging my dick off for the whole bus to see, I hadn't expected to lose it when I was alone with her in the woods. I had to use all my strength and wits not to lay her down, undress her and worship her like a goddess. My goddess.
I didn't know when she had affected me this much. I believed I could handle it the first time I saw her. I believed I could reject her and be off with it, but every day made it hard. Every day pushed me back from my purpose, back, back until I didn't know what it felt like to think of rejecting her. And it was not anything she did, no, it was natural...the attraction...the attention and the attitude.
She was just...right
Smelling her in those woods...damn me for thinking I didn't want her.
Natasha sat beside me in the car back to the mansion. Apparently, that stupid brother of his had got his men stationed to keep her safe. Some had tracked us into the woods but didn't dare come close.
Darn right, they didn't.
So as soon as we set foot out of the woods, a car was already posted to take us back.
Natasha was nervous. She flinched on my every breath. It was only fair after she witnessed my savage acts...only fair after I made my intentions clear to her.
But I couldn't think on what else made her lose it...
"Why else did you leave?" I willed my voice to a low calm.
Again, she flinched. She took her time and I turned to her.
"I already told you why."
"That's not the reason."
She scoffed, "Well you also seem to be a mind-reader."
But I was quiet...waiting.
She stared at the palm of her hands. "I got intimidated...after my brother told me I needed to be part of his pack, that I needed to...train." She swallowed, "I started thinking of my sister...thinking of how good she might have been, being born into...all of this. And how could I...ever measure up?"
Something like worry etched its way into my chest.
She cleared her throat...anxious. I didn't know how easy it was to read her. Or maybe it was the bond. "I didn't want him to see me fail at it. I have a thing with...failure. My mother always discouraged it, so when I thought I couldn't measure up to her expectations, I dropped the issue and ran from it."
CThe same reason why you chose not to tell me you were leaving...so you don't have to see me reject you. A symbol of failure"
"Well..." She was quiet for a long while again. "I guess old habits die hard. I'd rather not known what would've happened."
