Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry I’ve made you so unhappy,” I choke out, hating how weak I sound. “I thought…”
He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. I have the sudden urge to press my lips to his, kissing away all his unhappiness. Before I can chase away the horrible idea, his palms slide up my chest, latching behind my neck. The touch electrifies me, causing me to gasp in surprise. To my utter horror and equal parts delight, he stands on his toes, brushing his lips against mine. Fire trails across my flesh at the soft kiss. A growl rips through me, and before I know it, I have him pressed against the cell bars. His breaths come out in quick, needy pants that do nothing to quell the inferno raging inside me.
What’s happening?
This is Remy, for fuck’s sake.
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, sending my brain shattering into a million fragments—need, hunger, desire, desperation. I’m consumed by so many emotions, at first I don’t move a muscle. Sanity creeps in, shoving the feral cravings of my wolf aside. I grip Remy’s jaw, keeping him still so he can’t do that again. I won’t survive it. I sure as fuck don’t know that I’d be able to stop it.
“You’re drunk,” I snarl. “That was a mistake.”
Hurt shimmers in his eyes. His hands come up between us, and I take a small step back. I hate you, he signs. Everything hurts with you.
His words are crushing and brutal. I gasp for air as the world spins around me. My forehead drops to his. I close my eyes, fighting this war that’s waging inside me. I’m caught between loving him like family and wanting to fucking worship him like a lover. It’s so fucked up.
“I could never hate you, Remy,” I murmur and then sigh. I pull back, avoid his teary stare, and kiss his forehead. “We’re going home now.”
As I start to turn away, his hand seizes the front of my coat, fisting the material. His dark eyes dart back and forth as he searches my expression. I don’t know what he sees or what he’s looking for. All I know is how he feels because he’s told me. I hurt him. Me. The one who saved him and did everything in his fucking power to raise him—to give him the life he deserves that was nearly stolen from him. I just wanted to make him happy. And he’s not. He’s miserable. Fuck.
Cluck. Cluck.
The sound he makes with his tongue draws my eyes back to his. His are pooling with more tears. Sometimes it hurts to look at him. Beautiful. Brilliant. So naïve but also incredibly intelligent. For someone so young and delicate, his spine is made of steel. Pride trembles through the bond, aimed his way. I may not have made him happy, but he’s always made me happy, even when we didn’t get along. We weren’t a complete pack until he joined us. He’s our heart, the pulse, the blood flowing through us.
Leaning forward, I peck another kiss to his face, this time near his lips. Probably too close, but at this point, I don’t fucking care. I just need him to see that the hate he feels for me is not mutual, goddammit.
“Come on,” I grunt out. “We can talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober.”
I don’t wait for an answer and walk away, leaving a piece of my heart behind me.
Remy
What just happened?
I kissed Cy. Cyrus Hames. My overprotective captor. And he tasted good. Like really good. But it was strange, too. I felt like I should hate it like I hate him.
Drinking is so bad.
I’m never doing it again.
My head is swimming with conflicting emotions. I’d wanted to spend the evening with Cash, but the moment Cyrus showed up, I barely cast a thought in Cash’s direction.
Cy took my freedom and my happiness, I guess he’ll steal my affection and attention too. I can’t even have a boyfriend like a normal guy. No, I have to do whatever that was with Cy.
I stumble out of the open cell, feeling unnerved. Tonight was strange. We were dancing and having a good time until Cash wanted us to get drunk. It seemed as though despite us drinking the same amount, I got drunker and drunker while he remained mildly buzzed.
Cy is waiting for me by the doorway that leads outside the police station. I manage an awkward wave to the sheriff, who’s pretending to look busy, concentrating on his paperwork. Cy’s eyes are trained on his feet, avoiding me. I bristle in irritation, but my traitorous fingers flutter across his chest as I pass by him. His hand grabs my wrist, jerking me to a rough stop in front of him. Snapping my attention his way, I glower up at him in question. His focus is on my chest.