Nothing Left to Give *completed*

Nothing Left to Give - Chapter 17

Sorry it's short, but i really souldn't write anymore

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Autumn’s POV

My mouth goes dry, and I blink at Trey. I wanted to ask how, I wanted to ask what happened, but that would also be incredibly cruel.

“She had cancer,” he says, answering my unvoiced questions. “She fought it for years, but then… she just faded away…”

“I’m so sorry Trey!” I gasp, trying to think of some way to comfort him.

“It’s fine actually,” he says, with a small smile. “It’s not that bad, really. You know she was human. Our bond wasn’t all that strong.” Part of me insists that he’s in denial, but I can see the steady look in his eye. It is true that often times when a werewolf and a human are mates, the bond is unreliable. They are known to fall in love with other people and leave each other, especially the human party.

“It’s still a horrible thing,” I say softly, laying my hand lightly on his shoulder.

“I’ve always loved you more,” he whispers, but despite his low voice, I can hear him perfectly. My hand snaps away.

“Excuse me?” I ask, hoping against hope that I heard wrong.

“It’s not like I didn’t love her,” he assures me. “It’s just that I loved you more. When I first found her, I was so excited that I didn’t really notice. By the time I did, by the time the terrible longing for you came up, she already knew about werewolves, and mates, and she was so excited and so clingy. I couldn’t leave her… And then you left and she died.” He smiles, gripping my hand and holding tight as I try to pull away. “But you’re back now. I still love you, and you’re back, so we can be together again. I mean, if you’ll have me…” I pry my hand out of his, looking at him in half regret and half wariness.

“I have a mate, Trey.” He scoffs

“Yea, a possessive ass-hole. You hate him, right. You said yourself that you don’t belong to him.” He smiles hopefully.

“I could never hate him,” I say softly, remembering our earlier moment. In fact, I’m missing him a little. I really wish he was here right now, that he could hold my hand as I tell Trey off. But that’s silly talk. “He’s my mate Trey. As much of a douche as he is, he was designed for him. That douche is literally my perfect other half.”

“That didn’t bother you last time.”

“Things also weren’t as… complicated last time.”

“Come on Autumn,” Trey sighs. “I understand that you’re saying now, but give me more than that.”

“You want more?” I ask harshly, then tug my shirt away from my neck. “He marked me! To be fair, I marked him first. We are completely bound. I don’t know what would happen if I tried to be with you.”

“But you don’t love him?” Trey asks.

“Honestly?” I ask, and then shake my head. “No. I still haven’t forgiven him. But I could love him. Maybe someday.”

“But you don’t love him.” I nod. Trey smirks. “Good, then I still have my chance.”

“Don’t be an idiot, you don’t have a shot.”

I twist in my seat, to see Zack, standing in the doorway of the room, absolutely soaked, with his hair plastered over his eyes, water dripping steadily off his nose. I laugh slightly, ironically thinking that he looks like a drowned cat.