One Year Late

One Year Late

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Apr 22, 2017
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My heart ached at just the thought of her, I shivered as I clenched my eyes shut, not letting any tears fall. I miss the way she laughed. I miss the way she would cuddle with me. I miss seeing her smile every morning. I miss her. A few tears leaked from my eyes, as I grabbed a vase, and smashed it against the wall. I sobbed, screaming and throwing things around the room. "Why?!" "Why did she leave me..." I whisper in defeat. "D-daddy?" My 3 year old daughter whispered "Yes baby?" My voice was hoarse "When is mummy coming back?" She whimpers, making me stay quiet. "Go back to bed princess" "I wanna stay here. There's a monster under my bed" She whimpers, digging her face into the crook of my shoulder. I chuckle and hold her close to my chest as I lay down. She digs her face into my chest, the way her mother used to. I kiss the top of her head and let a few tears out. Nyla. Nyla Arabella Rose. The one who's heart I stole. Dropped it making it break, and glued it together. Only to smash it to pieces again.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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