Don't Speak

Don't Speak

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Harmony Willow Quinn was everyone's sweetheart. Straight A student, varsity cheerleader, and loyal volunteer at the retirement home. Sweet and charismatic, she was the girl everybody wanted to be...the girl everybody wanted to date. But she was different now. The summer before her junior year in high school, she stopped speaking, chopped off her long strawberry blonde hair, dyeing it a dark, muddy brown, and dropped away from her perfect life. Her new wardrobe, urban camouflage, helped her fade from the limelight and at the urging of her therapist, she was starting her junior year at a new school, hundreds of miles away from the trauma that robbed her of her innocence and her voice. ****** Connor Flynn was an outcast by choice. After the death of his parents and twin sister three years prior, he just couldn't find it in himself to care about the trivialities of mundane high school drama. As a newly emancipated adult, his only goal was to get through his senior year and earn a scholarship to Northwestern University, where his parents met. At sixteen, he should have been a junior, but with single-minded determination, he'd earned all but the last four credits needed to graduate. His evenings were spent doing maintenance for old Ms. McKinnon's sprawling estate in exchange for the apartment over the defunct carriage house, but his peaceful solitude bursts when Ms. McKinnon's silent great-niece comes to stay, re-introducing him to The Craft whether he wants it or not when her power bursts out mere hours after her arrival. It's erratic, uncontrollable, and damaging, and in a split second decision that alters the course of everything, he douses her magick with his own.
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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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