Just a Nightmare

Just a Nightmare

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Preface “Why are you doing this to me, Anthony?” I cried as we stood in front of my apartment. “How could you just leave me like this?! You know you’re the only one who cares about me, the only one who keeps the nightmares away!” Tony sighed. “It’s bigger than that. We’re talking about saving millions of lives, here. It’s not like I’m leaving you out of spite, because I want you to have nightmares.” “But after all we’ve been through...” I was fighting back tears. “And you might not come back.” “And I also might,” he pointed out. Stupid optimism. “So I’m not as important to you as all of those people?” I cried. “It’s millions of people I’m protecting here,” he said. “Sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself for the greater good.” A tear slipped through my bulwark and cascaded down my face. “How about sacrificing the one you love?” I whimpered. He sighed. “I do love you...but...” “I thought I was the most important person in your life.” “You are,” he said, wiping my tear away with his rough fingers, his tan face intense. “But there are some things you just have to do. And this is one of them.” I didn’t answer as another tear slipped out. He moved in closer to me. “You’ll be fine, Vi. You’ll get through this. You’ll have Roxy,” he reminded me. I shook my head. “’S not the same.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “I have to go.” My face crumpled, as did my insides. “I’ll write,” he said, and stepped away. “Good bye, Violet.” The rest of the tears fell then, and as he turned and walked away, I fell to my knees, letting the sobs rack my body, and dreading the next how-ever-many years of my life without Anthony.
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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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