Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Forty Four

My heart was broken, shattered, splintered into thousands of tiny little shards. Nothing could ever have hurt me more than walking in on what I'd seen. I'd never imagined that, by ignoring Colt, it would push him into another's arms, but there was no mistaking what I’d just witnessed. There was no explanation that would be sufficient in explaining why he’d done that and with her no less. That evil bitch was going to get hers. I knew that ultimately she was behind what I’d just walked in on. Ultimately she’d had some sort of plan concocted for that particular scene to take place. She was always plotting something of some sort to take my mate from me.

What hurt the most was that she’d finally succeeded. I didn’t want to be tied to someone like that. I’d had enough. I had done everything he’d demanded of me five days ago. I’d gone without as much as a minute of freedom. And for what? The small hope I had that he would feel remorse over his decisions had backfired in a way that I’d never expected. That I walked in on him, naked, with that trollop on the floor in the exact same manner. It was all I needed to decide that I was done with him.

I’d tried, I really did. I’d even gone to that room to talk to him about everything. I went there to tell him everything, every deep dark secret inside of me. I wanted to show him that I trusted him more than I trusted anyone else. It wasn’t the time to share secrets but I’d been willing to do so if we had even the smallest chance of making up and moving past what had happened. I’d earned the packs support when he’d treated me as he did five days ago. I’d watched the shift that took place in them and they began siding with me. I’d also witnessed it as they began to shun him, and that had never been my plan.

I was going to talk with him last night. I was going to attempt to fix things between us and work it all out. I wanted both of our happiness and had been looking for him to do just that when Greg found me. He’d told me Colt had been drugged. He told me that Colt was not in a sound state of mind and that it would be best to wait it out until the morning. I agreed because the things I had to say to him I didn’t want to go past his hearing and in an inebriated state I wasn’t guaranteed he’d keep it to himself. Greg knew what I had planned. He even supported it. But none of that mattered now.

Nothing could be done to erase the sight that greeted me when I opened the door. It took everything in me to turn and walk away, when the she wolf inside of me wanted nothing more than to tear that sickening grin off of Layla’s smug face. I knew then that whatever Colt and I had was lost. If I fought for it I was going to be fighting a losing battle. He had made a choice, even if he wasn’t in a stable mind when it was made, and by god he would have to live with it. I would not easily forget it, and I doubted that I would ever be able to forgive it either.

My heart twisted painfully in my chest with every step I took away from that room. I could hear the soft thump of Greg’s feet following after me and I knew he’d seen what I had. He remained silent and I was grateful for that as I tried to keep the tears from falling down my face. I didn’t want to cry over him. I didn’t want the pack to see me weak and broken. And I’d never felt so broken before. It was like the bonds between Colt and I, were giving way. They were allowing us to pull apart and it hurt almost with knee bending force. I was going to be sick.

My feet sped up slightly as I pushed my way through the remaining pack members that were still in the cottage. I began running the minute I left the front door. I ran until I was sure that I was out of view from the pack. Only then did I allow my body to fall to my knees and my head to hang down as I began to sob. I could hear the almost inaudible crunch of Greg’s feet behind me but I didn’t care. I had no reason to care that he saw me like this. He was my protector, the only one I could trust now. He would support me no matter what, the way my mate should have.

As the memory replayed over and over in my head the nausea inside increased. I began to gag and my hands fell to the ground to support me as my stomach let go of its contents. I convulsed with every heave of it. My vomit creating a puddle in front of me and I was vaguely aware that Greg had dropped down beside me and rubbed my back soothingly with his hand. He still remained silent as my body continued with it upheavals.