Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

SIENNA

I tried to keep it together. I really did. But the last thing that sent me over the precipice was when I watched him kiss her on the staircase. They claimed to have nothing going on and yet he fucking kissed her. I watched as Tamara looked at him with love in her eyes. Was it love, adoration, or something else entirely? I couldn't put a name to it. Putting a name to it would make me feel nauseous. But it was too late. I already felt nauseous.

My head was already spinning, my wolf was already breaking apart and all I could think of was not cracking into two. I didn’t want to crack open and crumble, shattering in the dark abyss of insanity. Something inside of me was withering, dying, crashing, and burning, and all I could think about was how intense the pain I was feeling was.

“You're going to be okay,” I felt the need to tell myself over and over again, but it meant that I was a pathetic liar.

I would be lying that any of it made sense. My gaze seemed transfixed on the scene