Tell me a story...

Tell me a story...

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Excerpt: "Did you fuck her?" I stop dead in my tracks. Surely they can't be talking about me, I mean how could anyone have known of our drunken night together. "Ophelia?" I scowl not liking the way Derek laughs out the question. "Yeah, who else would I be talkin' about?" Eli asks. Bringing the scotch back to his lip, smiling into the glass. "Come on, man. I could fuck any girl I want, why on earth would I chose to put my dick in porky over there?" Tears spring to my eyes at his cruel words. My hands instinctively curling around my waist. "Come on, she's not that fat," Eli says with a frown that just makes my insides hurt more. "Why ya want her? You can't possibly tell me you have a thing for chubs?" Tears fall freely from my eyes. It felt like a punch to the gut. "Well no, but she's kinda cute in that innocent librarian kind of way," I look down my body, cringing at my work attire. "I guess if you're into that frumpy look. Just don't come back complaining to me, when she squishes your dick off," I didn't hear what Eli said next because I was already high tailing it to my room, not strong enough to hear another insult. I couldn't help but feel angry at myself forever trusting the vicious man. I was a fool to ever give him apart of me that I held on to for so long. I move towards my closet grabbing a suitcase, preparing myself to leave. I couldn't do this, I couldn't work him. I was so humiliated, I was nothing but a joke to him. What am I doing? I stop as I stare at the open suitcase. I can't leave. I wipe away the tears trying to calm myself, come on they're just words. I've heard worse. I wasn't gonna be bullied out of a job. A job that I somehow ended up enjoying, a job he pays well and allows me to live in a beautiful home on the beach. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. I'll stay, I'll pretend as nothing happened. Like we didn't share an intimate night together. Like he didn't touch me all over and kiss my breath away.
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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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