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With that, he stood and left.
I realized my blunder too late, shouting after him,
“I didn’t mean you’re into wolves! I meant-”
Bam!
The door slammed shut, cutting me off.
I clamped my mouth shut, wanting to crawl into a hole.
Adrian squinted, skeptical.
“Alpha Gideon’s into his own kind? Doesn’t smell like it.”
My temples pulsed.
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“Alpha Adrian, we’re done. Even if you’re dragging your feet on signing the bond-breaking papers, we’re over. Stop calling me your mate, your she-wolf. I don’t belong to anyone-I’m my own wolf!”
“Unless I’m dead, we’ll never be done,” he snarled, his words sharp enough to slice through bone.
My resolve to leave was ironclad, but his grip on the past? Just as fierce.
The Next Morning
Elliot handled the clinic bills, finalized the discharge, and showed up with a driver to pick me up.
He was clearly under pressure-Adrian’s glares could curdle blood-but he pushed through.
“Why take his plane? We’ve got our own. No need to bother anyone else,” Adrian said, waving off the
arrangement.
I ignored him, easing myself out of bed and gesturing for Elliot to bring the wheelchair.
Adrian grabbed it first, holding it in place, his jaw tight.
My patience snapped.
“You looking for a fight? My leg’s barely healed. You want me to stand up and tear my stitches just to make you happy?”
He faltered, caught off guard.
He didn’t want to fight-not really.
And he’d never lay a hand on me, not physically.
His tone softened.
“Take our pack’s plane. No need to bother anyone else.”
My face stayed stone-cold. “There’s no ‘our.’ You’re the outsider here.”
The words hit him like a punch, his scent souring with pain.
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In the end, he didn’t dare force me, too worried I’d hurt myself struggling.
Still, he insisted on pushing the wheelchair, following me to the car and all the way to the airport.
Truth be told, I think he didn’t want to rush back. He wanted to whisk me away to some hidden cabin, where the past could be rewritten.
But some bonds, once broken, stay broken.
At the airport’s VIP lounge, Alpha Gideon spotted Adrian tagging along.
“What’s this, Alpha Adrian? Hitching a ride on my plane?”
Adrian, thick-skinned as ever, shot back,
“Yeah, Alpha Gideon. If you’re feeling stingy, I’ll pay for my seat.”
