Page 50 of Wicked Wolf

She was a dominant wolf. She should fight for what she wanted.

Only she didn’t know what she wanted…she didn’t know what Quinn wanted. She might be mated to Quinn, but there was evidently a way to break the mating bond. If that’s what Quinn wanted…

Bile rose in her mouth, yet still, she didn’t speak. She couldn’t be the one to do so. It had to be Quinn and Helena.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Quinn growled. His power swept through the room, and even Gina’s knees buckled under its weight. The hair on her arms stood on end, and she was determined not to kneel under the strength of his wolf. She would not kneel in front of Helena.

The other woman whimpered then went to her knees, her head down as she bared her throat.

“Quinn…please forgive me.”

Quinn’s whole body shook, and Gina knew he was fighting for control. She didn’t know what she should do, but she knew she couldn’t let him tear Helena into small pieces—even though she wanted to do that herself. The other woman had almost killed Quinn and Jesse, the family she loved but shouldn’t.

Helena deserved far worse than being torn into bits.

Yet she was Jesse’s mother.

Quinn’s love.

“Get out,” Quinn snapped, and Gina shot her gaze to him, her heart pounding. Who? “Just get out. I don’t know how you got through the wards or who helped you, but they will pay for it.”

“Quinn. I’m so sorry. I just needed space, and I didn’t know how to do it.”

“Shut up!” he yelled. “I don’t care. You need to leave before I kill you, and I won’t have your blood on my hands. I won’t do that to Jesse.”

Helena looked up, tears in her eyes. “How is Jesse?”

The woman looked as if she actually cared about how her son was, but Gina couldn’t take those words at face value. Helena had tainted his soul and left. That didn’t give her the right to care about those she’d left behind. Yet Gina’s mind still fought itself over what she should do, whether she should stay. Quinn clearly needed to talk to Helena and find out what had happened, and she wasn’t sure he could do it with Gina in the room.

She didn’t want to go…but maybe she should.

Her heart raced, and she let out a whimper of her own.

Quinn’s gaze shot to hers. “Stay,” he growled out, his eyes glowing gold. His wolf was right at the surface. This was one dangerous male, yet her wolf nudged at her, wanting his touch.

God, she didn’t know what to do, and that annoyed her more than anything. She made decisions and kept to them. She didn’t run away, and yet she felt as though she had to. This mating was killing her slowly, one inch at a time, and she didn’t see a way out of it. Didn’t see a way out of the pain beyond making sure Quinn and Jesse were happy.

Why did she have to be the better person? Why couldn’t Quinn just love her and choose her?

Why did there have to be a choice?

“I should go,” she whispered. “You need time.”

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “Stay,” he repeated.

“Quinn? Who is this? Why is there a woman in your house?”

Quinn roared. “Fuck you, Helena. You don’t get to ask those questions.” He turned back to Gina. “Don’t go.”

“Daddy? Gina?”

Gina’s eyes widened, and she turned to Jesse, who stumbled his way into the room, his eyes half closed.

“Jesse,” she whispered.

“Who’s that, Gina?” he asked then put his hand in hers.

Her heart broke that much more.