Chapter 5

Staring at the spot where Nathan stood, Leslie couldn’t help but wonder why he had that sad look in his eyes. The thought kept creeping into her mind, and all she could feel was anger and hatred for him. “I should be the one sad,” she said to herself. “Not him, he has no right to be sad after everything. He can’t just waltz in here all sad and angry when it was my life that was ruined.”

With her hand held up, Leslie kept hitting her head, trying to process why all this happened to her. But she was interrupted by a loud commotion coming from the main gate. A loud voice yelling her name echoed through the air.

“Leslie, Leslie, I have come to see my Leslie, let me see my Leslie now, Les, Les,” the voice said. She recognized the voice instantly. It was the voice of Nathan.

With no time wasted, she quickly zoomed off to the scene to find out what was going on. On approaching the gate, she could see five guards holding him down while some were on the ground, all beat up.

“Les, Les,” Nathan said, struggling to free himself. “Tell them to get off your husband. I have only come to talk to you, my dear.” Leslie was having a hard time deciding. It broke her heart seeing the man she once loved in that position, but she knew what she had to do.

Leslie sighed in annoyance, trying to keep her emotions in check. “My husband, oh no, no, no, no. You have no right to say that. You hear me? You are nothing to me, Nathan, nothing. As far as I’m concerned, you can be dead for all I care.”

His voice trembled with sadness as he spoke. “L—Les.” He could only wonder what had become of the woman he married all those years ago. She was no longer the same person he once knew.

“Throw him out and lock the gate. I never want to see him again,” Leslie ordered, her voice firm but shaking with emotion. “Yea ma,” the five standing guards responded in unison.

Nathan was quickly thrown out of the house, and he landed on the ground with a thud. He stared at the gate for a minute, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, before he quickly got up and moved on, becoming a distant figure.

Everyone retired to their original positions, but Leslie couldn’t help but stare at the gate, wondering why all this drama after everything. She thought she had closed the chapter on Nathan, but it seemed like he was determined to reopen it.

Hours slowly became a day, and Leslie tried to focus on her daily routine, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that Nathan would be back. And she was right.

He returned the next day, standing at the gate, causing a commotion, wallowing, and begging Leslie to come out. He didn’t care about being seen by people; he didn’t care about the shame it would bring to his pack, being an alpha and all. All he cared about was getting his wife back.

Leslie watched from a distance, her heart heavy with emotion. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him, but he just wouldn’t give up.

As the days went by, Nathan continued to show up at the gate, pleading with Leslie to forgive him and take him back. But Leslie's resolve only grew stronger. She was determined to move on with her life, no matter how hard Nathan tried to pull her back.

But despite her tough exterior, Leslie couldn’t help but wonder what had driven Nathan to this point. What was it about her that he couldn’t let go of? And why was he so determined to win her back?

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Leslie pulled into the mall's parking lot, eager to find the perfect outfit for the upcoming charity gala. She had been looking forward to this event for weeks, and she wanted to make a statement. It had been days since Nathan's last appearance at her gate, and she was starting to feel like herself again.

She made her way into the mall, passing through the crowds of shoppers. As she walked, she felt a sense of unease creeping up her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Leslie quickened her pace, scanning the crowds for any sign of Nathan. She told herself she was being paranoid, but she couldn't help feeling like he was lurking somewhere, waiting for his chance to pounce.

As she turned a corner, Leslie caught sight of a familiar figure. Nathan was standing by the food court, his eyes fixed intently on her. Leslie's heart sank, and she felt a surge of anger. How did he always manage to find her?

She quickly ducked into a nearby store, hoping to lose him in the crowds. But as she browsed through the racks of clothes, Leslie couldn't shake the feeling that Nathan was still out there, waiting for her.

Finally, she made her way to the store where she would pick up her gown. She got into the dressing room, taking a deep breath before trying on the dress.

"You got this, Les," she said to herself. "Your guards are right outside. Nothing can go wrong."

Just as she was starting to relax, Leslie heard a faint whisper in her ear. "The dress looks beautiful on you, Les. It really brings out your curves."

Nathan's warm breath sent shivers down her spine as he approached her, grabbing her waist. Leslie spun around, her heart racing. Nathan was standing right behind her, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"What do you want, Nathan?" Leslie hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "How did you manage to get past my guards? Get your hands off my waist, or I'll scream."

Nathan's smile faltered for a moment, but then he regained his composure. "I just wanted to talk to you, Leslie. I promise I won't hurt you."

Leslie laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You promise? You promise? After everything you've done to me, you think a simple promise will make me trust you again?"

Nathan's eyes flashed with sadness, but Leslie stood her ground. She was not going to back down.

"Leave me alone, Nathan," she said, her voice trembling as he rubbed his hands against her face. "I mean it."

He leaned in, his voice low and husky. "Or what, Les? You'll call your guards? You'll run away from me again?"

Leslie's heart was racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. She felt a surge of anger, but also a spark of desire. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't deny the way Nathan's touch made her feel.

Suddenly, Nathan's lips were inches from hers. "You can't resist me, Les," he whispered. "You never could."

Leslie's eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat. She felt Nathan's lips brush against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

And then, just as suddenly, everything went black.