With Hands to Hold | ✔

Book #2 in The Bonds of Fate series

"I-I'm s-s-sorry." She wept bitterly, the tears flowing down her cheeks in an uncontrollable stream. "I c-can never g-give you what you want."

Vincent wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that everything would be okay but in her current state it probably wouldn't be best. In fact, he wasn't even sure that she would even let him touch her.

"Please little one," Vincent pleaded, taking a cautious step closer. "It's okay."

"No! It's not!" She continued to weep, her knees weakening. If she wasn't so hysterical she may have been fearful that she would've collapsed. Her sobs softened, until all she could do was repeat her broken plea in a haunting whisper: "I can't give you what you want."

"Baby, please, I don't understand." Vincent kept his voice calm, though it was really tearing him up to have to see his woman in such a way. It broke his heart to see her, curled up, bawling like a wounded child. He had to fight for control.

Another small step closer. He had to comfort her, to protect her- it was a burning need within him worse than anything he had ever felt before. However, there was nothing that could prepare him for the words that would come next.

"I'm barren."

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For Spiraea Johnson, all she's known is the life of a slave. Constantly faced with the pain and suffering dealt by fate.

Alpha Vincent Russo wasn't prepared to find his mate, and he certainly wasn't prepared for her to be a impossible fragile thing that seemed damaged beyond repair. Encouraging her to open up, and earning her trust are ridiculously difficult especially when there seems to be danger lurking nearby.

Perhaps Vincent is exactly what the little one needs to finally feel worthy of love, or perhaps she might just crumble under the weight of change...

"Too tight, and it might shatter, too loose and it might let go..."

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