Gemini of the Shifter Realm

Chapter 46 Suicide Note

Zoe Lawson P.O.V

"Could you keep a secret?" I asked Francesca, my voice trembling slightly. She nodded, her gaze steady, urging me to continue.

"Nobody besides Kayla knows about this, and I don't have the courage to tell Zachary," I began, the weight of my confession pressing down on me. I took a deep breath, struggling to find the strength to continue.

"I wanted to end my life," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I even wrote a suicide note for every family member of mine, including Theodore." Francesca's eyes widened in shock, her concern palpable.

"I feel like I might need help," I admitted, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. "I never looked back at those notes. I wrote them when I was so sure I didn't want to live anymore. I know people might say, 'Why are you letting a boy affect you so deeply?'" I continued, trying to explain the depth of my pain.

"It's not just about him," I said, my voice breaking. "I'm exhausted from this endless cycle of heartbreak. I hate that tears come so easily now—when I wake up, in the middle of the day, right before I go to sleep. It's like a never-ending drain on my spirit."

I paused, feeling the weight of my words settle between us. "It's just so draining and exhausting," I added, my eyes meeting hers, hoping she could understand the depth of my struggle.

"Draining and exhausting?" Theodore's voice cut through the silence, startling me. I looked up to see him standing there, his expression a mix of anger and sadness.

"I went to therapy," he said, his voice taut with suppressed emotion, "because I thought I had murdered a baby that never existed." His words hung in the air, heavy and charged with the weight of his own suffering.

The pain in his eyes was undeniable, a reflection of the turmoil he had faced. The acknowledgment of his own struggles, however, didn't ease the burden I felt. As he turned and walked away, his departure left a void filled with unresolved emotions.

Francesca's voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. "What did you write on the note addressed to him, by the way?"

Her question hung in the air, charged with curiosity and concern. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the tremor in my voice as I replied.

"I wrote that I couldn't do it," I said, my words coming out in a choked whisper. "I couldn't live a life without him."

Gabriel Zades P.O.V

Lilith's voice broke the silence, sharp and unexpected. "When are you ever going to ask me?" she demanded.

I looked up, puzzled. "Ask you what?"

"My hand in marriage," she replied, her tone edged with both curiosity and a hint of longing.

I shifted, trying to understand the gravity of her question. "Those are just formalities," I said, attempting to downplay the importance.

Her eyes met mine, searching. "Don't you want to address me as your wife instead of mate all the time?"

I moved closer and sat beside her, taking in the earnest expression on her face. "If it's that important to you," I said softly, "I can't wait to call you my bride." A faint blush colored her cheeks, a sign of her relief and happiness.

Lucifer Argent P.O.V

"She accepts the offer," I said, my voice steady as I spoke to Devon. On the other end of the line, I heard him let out a long, relieved sigh.

"I promise you, it's for the best," he assured me, though I could hear the strain in his voice, the weight of everything unsaid between us.

"I believe you," I replied.

"So, when can she arrive?" Devon asked, his tone shifting to something more urgent, more desperate.

I glanced over at her, standing right beside me, her eyes locked on mine with a mix of determination and fear. "She's taking a flight tomorrow morning," I answered, watching as her gaze softened with resolve.

Devon was silent for a moment, then I could hear the gratitude in his voice. "Thank you," he said softly.

"Do me a favor," I continued, my voice dropping lower. "Don't let her regret this. She's doing it for me, for us." There was a rawness in my words, a plea that came from somewhere deep inside, a place where fear and love intertwined.

"I won't," he promised. "I'll take care of her."

Theodore Hale P.O.V

"Why do you keep looking at her? Didn't she lie to you about the pregnancy?" John asked, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. His words hit a nerve, but I tried to keep my face impassive.

"Are you worried we might steal her?" Anthony chimed in, always the provocateur, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"She cannot be stolen," I said firmly, my voice colder than I intended. Possessiveness rippled through my words, a reflex I couldn't quite control. As she walked by, a few heads turned to watch her, and I felt my wolf stir inside me, an unspoken warning.

"You should've brought her around. She's pretty," Anthony suggested with a casual shrug, clearly enjoying the game he was playing. I rolled my eyes, knowing Zoe wouldn't be swayed by their antics, but still, I couldn't help the way my guard went up. The memories were too raw, too close to the surface.

"I don't exactly trust my friends around her," I muttered, my thoughts drifting back to a painful betrayal. My ex, tangled in the sheets with someone I once called a friend—it was a wound that hadn't fully healed, a scar that still burned with the sting of betrayal.

"Yet you rejected the one the universe sent you to heal," my wolf whispered inside my mind, a bitter truth that I couldn't shake.

I wondered if we men are just hardwired to chase after what we can't have, drawn to the unattainable even when it's bad for us. When something good comes along, something real, we dismiss it because it feels... ordinary. Maybe we're addicted to the chaos, to the drama, to the toxicity that keeps us guessing, keeps us on edge. I knew it was a messed-up way to think, but there I was, caught in the middle of it.

I found myself at a crossroads, torn between the instinct to fight for her and the cold realization that I hadn't really given us a fair shot. If she was my mate, there had to be a reason, right? There had to be something worth fighting for, something worth the pain and confusion.

Maybe she was afraid of my inability to forgive, of the coldness that lingered in my eyes when I looked at her. But who was I to judge? My own sins were many, my mistakes etched deep in my past. Judgment is a luxury for the pure, and I knew I wasn't one of them. My reputation was firmly planted on the 'naughty list,' and I wore it like a badge of honor.

"So, we have a chance?" Mason asked, breaking through my thoughts.

"Why do you want my leftovers anyway?" I snapped back, the words escaping harsher than I intended. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Zoe's head turned sharply in our direction, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

"Leftovers, huh?" Anthony chuckled, clearly amused by the tension he was stirring.

"That's not what I meant," I said quickly, frustration and regret coloring my tone.

Then, suddenly, a wave of urgency crashed over me. 'Our mate is in heat,' my wolf growled inside my head, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught in my throat. What does that mean?