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Adaline goes upstairs to Darren’s room and she looks at her husband lying lifeless on his bed, several drips connected to his pale and thin body. The vibrant energetic man she once used to know is but a shadow of himself now.She is sad that he is in this condition but even more sad that despite his illness, he has maintained his stand to not speak a word to her or Tatum because of what happened to Leila.He firmly believes that Leila did not commit any of the crimes she is accused of as Leila is a kindhearted woman and a good person. She never knew that what happened to Leila could make him so bitter towards them but to not have spoken to his fated mate and wife for over five years is enough proof of that.It is the more reason she is unhappy with Carmela, she hoped that Carmela would have given them another heir by now to soften Darren’s anger but it is obvious that despite Carmela being Tatum’s fated mate, his heart is still with Leila.She often wonders if she did the right thing,
The truth about Amara is sure to cheer his old sick heart up but what if she tells him and Tatum finds out from him, that could ruin all her plans. Before she can decide, Darren’s grip tightens around her hand and his deep sad eyes look up at hers. “Forgive him, he was naive. This pack needs you. Forgive us,” his voice dry and weak. Forgiveness? After all they made her go through? How does she even forgive them? What does she even forgive? Where does she start from? The torture, the torment, the abuse? Or perhaps the beating, the neglect, the humiliation, starvation? He doesn’t need to know that she is not capable of forgiving them, so she holds his hands and smiles down at him. “Do not worry about me father, I will do the right thing.” “Is the right thing taking my son–” Darren coughs violently and blood spills out of his mouth. “Will you take him back if he comes to his senses and begs your forgiveness?” Leila takes one of the warm napkins on the counter and wipes his l
“Are you okay?” Her voice comes out hurried and she is shocked at the fear she feels for him.“Never been better,” he closes the distance between them in a flash.There is something off about him and the close proximity between their bodies immediately sends heat through Leila, pooling in her core. His scent dazzles and intoxicates her as well, like a drug, a strong pull towards him takes over and she wants nothing more right now than to—No, it’s not her, these are not her feelings, it’s her wolf, it’s reacting to something inside Tatum or his wolf perhaps.She takes a quick step back, looking at his ripped abs that are torn open but healing. “You’re bleeding, is everything okay?”Without warning, Tatum cups the back of her head and kisses her deeply in response, devouring her lips with a passion that he has never kissed her with before.Her body is set on fire from the kiss that sends a pang of pleasure to her core but her skin crawls from it and she wants to push him away when she
Every touch lights her up like a bonfire, flooding her pussy with warmth as her juices start to trickle out of her soaking wet pussy, she almost forgot what this feels like, it’s been so long, it’s like it's the first time she is experiencing it and with the matebond…… Picture her body as a specimen under the lens of a microscope and the matebond as the microscope itself, it amplifies everything. She doesn’t want this but at the same time, she wants it so bad. She tries to fight the pleasure coursing through every cell in her body so she can regain control but Tatum doesn’t give her the chance as he throws her on the bed, his hard length bulging in his pants as he stares down at her with lustful passion in his red eyes. She clenches her thighs together, her breath ragged and her heart pounding hard, knowing exactly what he can do to her with that monster cock in his pants and with the effect of the matebond, she knows it will feel ten times better but no, she doesn’t want him, he
Leila slams the door shut, scared and in tears as she runs out of the room and Tatum feels like the door was slammed against his heart. He would deserve it, he deserves it, he deserves for his heart to be placed under a rock and smashed repeatedly until it’s nothing but mush for all the pain that he has caused her, the woman that he loves, his one and only desire.He never thought that it was possible to love her anymore than he already did but fuck, it is, he falls in love all over again everytime he sets eyes on her, his desire grows deeper, taking root in his very soul.All he wants to do is make her happy, keep the light in her eyes and the smile on her face but how can he even do that when it was he who strangled her happiness, snuffed out the light in her eyes and drained off the smile on her face.He slowly pushes his body up to sit on the floor, leaving the wood in his chest because it is the only thing that can stop him from going after her. The smell of her arousal hanging
Even in their current circumstances, with every breath that he takes, his love for Leila grows deeper, his desire stronger but along with it, a firm hatred for Carmela. She deceived and manipulated him and his pack members into believing she is the phoenix Luna, robbed him of a childhood he could have spent loving Leila and Leila alone, years taken away from him, away from them, a fucking axe that split their love into two, right down the middle. Carmela’s death will be gruesome and he will make sure it’s Leila who delivers the final blow, he will serve Leila Carmela’s head on a fucking golden platter and it won’t be an act of redemption or absolution on his part because nothing can redeem him or absolve him of the guilt of his actions, it will be because Leila deserves her revenge and he will see to it that she gets it. Trent is already on his way to the noose to hang, he just doesn’t know it yet and after him, his daughter will be next. — A few days later, still in terrible pai
Tatum broke the table and drove the broken leg through his chest to stop himself from abusing and taking advantage of her when she was clearly at his mercy, Leila cannot shake that night out of her mind even if it’s been three days.She could feel the urge he had, saw the way he struggled to restrain himself, the way he kept asking her to leave. The desire was not only in his wolf’s red eyes, she also saw it in his grey orbs.She is sure for certain now that Tatum knows they are fated mates, she could feel their wolves connecting that night, Tatum should have felt it too, there’s no way he didn’t.“Mama,” Amara comes into Leila’s room, holding one of the dolls from the doll house that Tatum bought her. “Can I go to the playground, please?”“Listen honey, Mama’s too busy right now to take you and you know gran gran can’t leave the house,” Leila replies with a small smile, lifting and putting Amara on her laps as she fiddles with some files in front of her.“Mama.”“Hmmm.”“But someone
“How long has she been like this?” Amanda asks in a worried tone, checking Amara’s vitals. The child is white, pale white and immobile and she has a fever, her temperature is high and heart rate is slow. Amanda looks up at Leila who is looking down at her child in perpetual sadness, nibbling away at fingers, her eyes red and puffy with dark bags underneath her sleep deprived eyes, fear gyrating back and forth in her heart, worry taking command of her mind, she cannot sleep, she cannot think straight, she cannot do anything. All she feels is anguish and pain. She should be the one lying down on the bed, Amara should be hale and hearty, she will gladly trade places. She looks away and she starts to cry again. She just doesn’t know what is going on, no one seems to know what is wrong with her daughter, three hospitals and four paediatric specialists and no one can figure out what is wrong. Four days ago, Amara was hale and hearty. She returned from the playground with Tatum and would