AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Baby—” The nickname tastes like tar on my lips. It’s not right. It’s not her. “Star. You can’t leave.”
“I have to.”
“Why?” There’s a tear in my voice, a never-heard-before rip.
“I don’t belong with you.” She holds her head high, daring me to challenge.
I love it when she shows her backbone. I think there’s a shit-ton more attitude she’s been hiding, and I want to tease it out, see how high my girl can fly.
But if she flies with me?
Crash and burn.
I’ll only drag her down.
I have to let her go.
Because if I don’t now, I never will.
“You don’t belong.” Not to me, thank fuck. I’d destroy her, ruin her pretty patch of color in the endless dark. “Why don’t you get the fuck out, and I’ll do the same.”
When I walk upstairs, all I feel is ice.
I keep walking until my feet take me to the garage. I grab a set of keys and jump on my Ducati. I rev the gas, waiting for the engine’s rumble to give me back my spark.
Nothing.
Flying down the driveway doing a buck twenty.
Nothing.
I park outside one of Wyvern House’s clubs, cut the line, and duck into VIP. Vodka shots. Tequila shots. More tequila shots. I find the bottom of every glass.
I feel nothing. I see nothing.
When a beta wraps herself around me, her lips are wax, and her hair the color of ash.
Nothing.
Because that’s exactly what I have to offer Lilah.
Fucking nothing.
***
Thirty-Three
LILAH
Finn’s visit leaves me breathless and rattled. I pace my nest, fighting the urge to bury myself under layers and layers of blankets, but now even those smell like Finn.
There’s nowhere to hide.
His haunting eyes stick with me.
That aching emptiness. I wanted to pour myself into him, wrap myself around him, and never let him go.
Because he’s my mate.
