Fable of Happiness (Fable #3) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Fable Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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I clenched my jaw and let him do what he needed. I let him take out his trauma. To hate on a man who’d done this to him. To get his revenge on a master who was meant to take care of him, not fucking leave him to rot in the woods.

Tears came to my eyes as he sank his teeth deeper.

Pain burned through me.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I know what it’s like to be betrayed. To be lied to. Beaten. Abandoned.”

A growl rumbled deep in his chest as it thrashed me again.

More pain radiated hotly through my arm.

In some sick way, it’d been so long since I’d felt pain that I liked it. I enjoyed the burn. The sting. The sensation of being alive after so much.

The dog gave no sign of letting me go, and the strangest thing happened.

The anger inside me disappeared. The rage, the confusion, the fear that I’d never be whole vanished all thanks to this rangy, skinny canine.

I saw myself in him.

I saw the mania we shared.

And I came face-to-face with the deep-seated terror that we could never be loved because of what we were, what we’d become, what we’d done to survive.

It was the saddest thing to admit. To confess.

I doubted I would’ve ever been able to offer absolution for myself if I hadn’t found this creature. To see the pieces of me that so clearly needed forgiveness and understanding. The parts still cowering behind a bush, bound by a rope, waiting for some new devil to kill me.

But staring into the gleaming eyes of an animal trying to eat me, I found salvation.

I saw every broken piece that might never glue back into the right order, but they would glue into something. They would find their place, they would form into something valuable, and eventually, they’d be stronger than anything before.

Falling back on my ass, I gave in.

I let the dog keep biting me, all while my free hand went to the rope around his neck. His teeth chewed me harder as he felt my fingers in his fur. A yelp sounded as well as a growl, his fear overshadowing his fury.

“It’s okay.” I soothed. “Do what you need. I won’t judge you.”

My fingers fumbled in puss and blood, trying to free the dog.

My own blood dripped on the ground, mixing with his as he let go only to grab me again, puncturing me with new teeth marks.

I hissed but kept working the rope around his neck. I found a clasp, slippery with fluids and agony. The dog yelped again as I managed to open it, yanked on the rope that’d stuck to the wound, and threw it into the dark.

“You’re free.”

I wasn’t expecting anything in return. If the dog decided to bite me again, I would let it. I would permit him to drink a bit of my blood in order to gain enough substance to run into the forest and take his chances with Mother Nature.

However, the opposite happened.

The dog stopped biting me.

He stretched his neck, looking back to where I’d thrown the rope, the wound on his throat gaping and raw. He turned back to me. He licked his bloody lips. He whimpered and cocked his head as his eyes glossed with intelligence, gratefulness, and relief.

And then he bowed his head, tucked his tail, and slinked onto my lap.

He didn’t stop until he pushed me backward into the bush, forcing me to recline against the twigs and leaves. His paws landed on my chest. His tongue licked my face, my head, my hair. And then his skinny, abused body flopped down on my thighs with a heartbreaking blend of a woof, a whimper, and a whine.

And fuck me...I couldn’t do it.

My heart shattered.

My tears flowed.

And I grabbed the dog, who’d just shown me so much fucking trust, in a bear hug.

I wrapped him tight, stench and all.

I buried my face into his rancid fur.

And I motherfucking sobbed.

I sobbed for my stolen childhood.

I sobbed for my broken adulthood.

I sobbed for every person I’d loved and lost.

And in that midnight forest, cradling a creature who was me in canine form, I felt a cleansing.

A purging.

A fresh start.

A steadying of my world, ready for me to step from the darkness and claim it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DAWN BROKE.

Sunrise dragged my tired eyes from staring at the gray driveway of the hotel to squinting against the majesty of tangerine splashes, golden spears, and delicate glittery pinks. The horizon had never looked so pure and full of possibilities as the sun stretched awake, all while the sky kept a dark ceiling on the world.

The stars had gone. The moon had slipped away. A new day had begun and still Kas had not returned.

I stood, groaning at the pain in my lower back from sitting hunched on the curb all night. I hadn’t moved since Tony left. Something inside me refused to leave. I couldn’t leave without Kas. I didn’t know if he knew my address or how to get home. I didn’t want to run the risk of him appearing and having no one to welcome him back.


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