Jumping on Leaves

Jumping on Leaves

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"Well, Jack," I said, regaining back the usual sassy confidence I had, "I'd love to stick around and chat, but I rather not make friends with someone who thinks I have emotional problems." He cocked an eyebrow, looking clearly amused. Scrunching my nose in distaste, I stormed off ... Or at least, I tried to, till someone decided to go and grab my elbow. I turned to face the good-looking stranger once more, to find that he was clearly stifling laughter. "Okay, okay I'm sorry. But it's just an observation! I mean, you did kind of attack those poor, defenceless leaves. It's only normal to think that it's a way for you to release all that pent-up tension, like screaming into a pillow." I almost laughed at how much sense he actually made. Almost. Instead, I decided to take a totally different route with my reply. Giving him the most bitter face I could muster, I started again, "Well, didn't it occur to you, that maybe I just liked jumping on leaves?" Oh God, that made me sound insane. I blinked, trying to salvage my reply, "Uhh. Anyway, I didn't attack those leaves. They're dead anyway." He had a teasing smile on his lips, obviously bemused by my frustration, or just horribly oblivious. "So, you just wanted to finish the deed and make sure they were dead? You're a sadist then? Or maybe ... just plain weird?"
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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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