After being blinded by those sworn to protect her, Artemis trades her vision for her ability to have a mate. Only things are not as they seem when she's taken in by a pack where everybody already seems to know her face and the brooding Alpha keeps a...
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He didn't have to say it. I didn't want him to say it. I already knew what he was going to say before the words left his swollen lips.
He had been with her, in ways he wouldn't be with me.
"If you ask me to choose between you and my pack-"
We both knew that it wasn't me and the pack he was choosing between.
It was me and her.
And I lost to the dead girl every time.
Still, the knowing of what was about to come never seemed to soften the blow.
"-I will choose my pack. Every time."
I felt like falling to the floor, my knees grew weak and my heart clenched with sorrow, every syllable he spoke was like a knife to my chest, twisting the blade in deeper, harder, stronger. Until eventually it broke, as did my resolve, and with it a new sense of grief tugged at my sleeve like a small child, refusing to be ignored.
I couldn't help the way my voice shook and broke, or the way tears blurred my vision and stung my eyes. "I gave you everything a woman could ever give a man! I've sacrificed everything for you!" I cried, the words kept coming, pouring as blood from the knife wound in my chest. "And still you don't love me! You won't let yourself, because you're still hung up over her!"
I instantly regretted it. I wanted to take it all back, everything. Everything except the pup growing inside me. I would never regret him. And he refused to be unheard.
Though deep down I knew it would take far more than a pup to save us, we were too far gone. Were we ever even happy?
Yes. We were once, for a short while. Or at least, I was.
But now he only looked at me with hatred. He was who I really was, maybe he even knew what I had really done?
No, he didn't. He would've killed me by now if he knew.
He didn't need to shout for his voice to chill my core and shake my bones, he knew what he was doing to me.
"I told you not to love me." A sharp pang of pain shot through my stomach, and I hated him for it."I told you not to."
"I didn't choose to love you." I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes I stared at the red curtain, behind it lay a picture of her. My blood became bitter and green with jealousy, bubbling to boil with a long held rage.
Even in death, she was still ruining everything. -Her sister too.
"When did we become so distant?" I breathed, but I already knew the answer.
"When you started fucking other people." He grunted.
A dry laugh left my lips. "It happened a long time before that, you were just go caught up in work to realise."
"Well, when was it then?" I don't think I would never not be stunned by his beauty, even now, in this moment, the only thing I could think of was the way his dark eyebrows knit in frustration over his glowing gold eyes, that burned with amber anger.
"When Amelia came."
"Keep your voice down." He growled. "And now is not the time."
His distaste only fuelled me further.
"She murdered her mate in cold blood, I guess that's why she came to you for refuge." I felt a strange numbness come over me, like a drug, I just didn't care anymore. The words left my tongue without worry of the consequences.
"What are you implying." He hissed, I didn't miss the way his fists balled beneath the desk.
I ignored him. "We grew distant when the lying started. You covered for her, gave her a new name. A new identity. We lied to everyone, first the pack, then the outsiders when they came looking in search of the psychopath who murdered her own mate with pitchforks and torches."
I dug my nail into my palm. "And eventually we started lying to each other. Now we don't even speak unless we're shouting."
He was silent for a long moment, and didn't quite meet my eye. After a while I started to think he may never speak, before he said, "We lie to ourselves too . -Always have."
"What do you mean?"
"We're lying to ourselves if we say we ever thought that this would work, that it was genuine."
His words were like a second dagger, straight through my heart. "You never felt anything towards me?" I tried to keep my voice steady, I tried not to cry. I really did.
But when he just clenched his jaw and turned his head to avoid meeting my red rimmed eyes. "Our relationships was born and fed from grief, your mate rejected you, mine died. We were both alone and vulnerable."
"Don't act like the whole time it was based off of grief! What about the good times we had! Just because Ma-"
"-Don't you dare speak her name." He snapped.
"You know what!" I tried to subtle the raising of my voice. "I'm done treading on egg shells! She's dead Theos! When are you going to move on, you can't grieve her forever!"
"Get out." His voice was deadly low, yet somehow calm, and that was what made it all the more terrifying, as I made a hasty retreat for the door, not feeling like finding out the true wild behind his words.
"-And Flick.." I paused with my fingers brushing the cool door handle, waiting to hear what he had to say. "I've moved on."
Just not with you. I slammed the door behind me.
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