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West wouldn’t have done it any differently. He doesn’t regret taking me. He only regrets that he hurt me in the process.
“Helene—”
No. I’m not listening to him.
Without a way home to Hickory, I’m stuck here. That doesn’t mean I have to encourage his insanity.
Because he’s insane. The West I knew… he’s gone. Replaced by a male so close to being feral, I’m amazed my wolf didn’t pick up on the hints until now.
Sane shifters don’t steal their mates. Chase Wilder is proof of that. And while his taking Quinn as the feral’s captive might have worked out well for the both of them, I’m not Quinn. I’m Helene Dupuis, and I’m so sick and tired of everyone telling me what I’m supposed to do.
Bishop.
The Luna.
Rafael Cruces.
And now West…
When will it fucking bemyturn to decide what to do with my life?
I don’t know. Never probably, but even if I’ve done what I’ve supposed to for the last twenty-seven years, that changes now.
Without another word, I whirl away from West. Leaving the kitchen, I storm toward the bedroom I woke up in, slamming the door behind me so hard, the entire cabin shakes.
I don’t lock it behind me. If I know West—and, after what he pulled, I’m honestly beginning to question if I ever really did in the first place—he’ll see the closed door as a sign to give me my space. It always worked with my cabin; if I wanted to see him, I’d open the door, otherwise he’d sit out there until another packmate needed the Beta.
Let him sit out there. Let him scratch at the door and plead with me to let him in. He put me in this room. He wants to keep me as his Luna damnpet.Fine. But he can’t be surprised when this she-wolf bites back.
Walking into the room, another burst of anger floods through me. I don’t have another vase to smash, but there’s one thing Icando.
I yank West’s ring off of my finger with such force that the edge skins the bottommost knuckle.
Blood perfumes the air. I could give a shit. Rearing back my arm, I throw it.
Itclinksas it hits the wall, echoing the sound when it lands on the hardwood floor. The ring wobbles for a few seconds before it goes still.
Good.
That done, I step around the glass, the flowers, the mess and return to the bed. It smells of me—just me—but it doesn’t matter. It’s not mine, no matter how much West wants to convince me that it is.
It’s not mine, but trapped in this cabin with a male who must have lost his mind, it might as well be for now.
And that’s when, curling up on the borrowed bed, burying my face in the pillow, I begin to weep.
CHAPTER6
TERRITORY
Crying helps me get a handle on my emotions. Sounds counterintuitive, but to an omega like me? It helps.
So does getting up and taking in the mess that I made.
It’s so unlike anything I would’ve ever done that I can’t help but smile at the wreckage of the room.
So West snuck away from Hickory to fix up an abandoned lone wolf cabin for the two of us? Serves him right for me to destroy it bit by bit. That’s what he gets for taking any choice out of my hands like that.
Mates get to choose. If both halves of our pairing don’t agree with forever, thereisno pairing. I never thought West would go this far. When I rejected his offer to be his mate, choosing to go ahead with bonding to my fated mate, that should’ve been the end of it.
