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Authors: P. Jameson
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Family Life, Wolf, Erotic, racing, fate, best friend, loss, Alpha, Years, secrets, Weather, mates, rebuilding, Forever, sister, True Mate, were-wolf, Dirt Track Racing, Packmates, Mystery Mate, Survived, Share, Bobcat Shifter, Ravine, Convince, Interfered, Patiently, Discover, Intended
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tear fall in his presence. She wouldn’t have him feeling sorry for her. Or worse, guilty because he couldn’t give her what she wanted.
It wasn’t his job to make her happy. That was all hers.
“It’s okay,” she whispered so he wouldn’t hear her voice shake. He stiffened against her back, his body feeling like cold stone. “I’ll keep trying to see her. We… we’ll fix this, Diz.”
A heartbeat later, he pushed away to sit on the edge of the bed. With jerky movements, he pulled his shirt on and reached to the floor for his pants.
He said nothing. He was leaving. Of course he was.
Standing, he yanked his jeans up.
She wanted to talk to him. Tell him she understood. That she’d be okay. But he didn’t seem concerned about anything other than finding the door. And she didn’t know if any of that was true anyway. She didn’t feel okay.
Her heart throbbed as he headed for the door without a word. He couldn’t even look at her. She knew what that meant, and she couldn’t bear the thought. If he despised her, she’d never make it through this.
“Diz,” she called before he reached the door of her room.
“What?” he shot out. He didn’t turn around.
Destiny stared at his rigid spine, wishing she could take everything back. All of it, starting from the very first moment she’d thought of him as more than a friend. From the moment she’d opened her eyes to find him at her bedside, willing her to recover from her injuries. If only she could have seen this outcome in her visions, she would’ve never gone here with him. She wouldn’t have risked it. It wasn’t worth it if he ended up hating her.
“Don’t hate me.” She barely got the words past her throat.
His shoulders sank. “I could never hate you,” he said, and then stalked out of her bedroom. Seconds later she heard the front door slam. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet of the cabin, and she felt it all the way to her soul.
Destiny curled around a pillow, the scent of what they’d done flooding the room like tear gas. How could this beautiful thing turn to poison so quickly? How could she have misjudged the situation so thoroughly?
And mostly, how could she have trusted Diz to know what he wanted? She’d placed her heart and her future in his hands, and he hadn’t been sure.
He chose a future without Destiny.
It hurt. It hurt so damn bad.
The tears fell to the pillow silently because she was too shocked to sob the pain away. Too devastated.
He hadn’t promised her a mating. That was something she’d assumed. But when he said he wanted her, that he’d always be there, and when his teeth were poised at her neck… what was she supposed to think?
The fire in her chest had turned cold. Icy, and painful. She rubbed at her sternum, desperate to ease the throbbing.
She should’ve listened to her instinct. A union between her and Diz couldn’t result in anything other than heartache. She should have left, gone to the Ouachitas, before she and Diz caved to fleeting desires.
Fleeting. Yeah, for him. He wasn’t even finished before he’d decided they’d made a mistake. For her, this was going to scar.
A scar never ends, it only fades, and only with the power of time, and often an eternity .
Damn him. Damn herself. Damn this whole situation, and her decision making skills, and sketchy vision, and the pack, and her future. Damn everything. Damn it all.
She’d run again. That’s what she’d do.
She’d run away from here and this room and these memories and feelings. She’d run until she couldn’t feel him anymore. Until her head was right. Until she was ready to face the vision of his mate.
Because that was the problem. As much as Destiny wanted to see her, so this could be over, she was also afraid for the very same reason.
Seeing meant the end of something she treasured. Though it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if it’d ended with a vision instead of this epic mistake of the heart.
Seeing is
It wasn’t his job to make her happy. That was all hers.
“It’s okay,” she whispered so he wouldn’t hear her voice shake. He stiffened against her back, his body feeling like cold stone. “I’ll keep trying to see her. We… we’ll fix this, Diz.”
A heartbeat later, he pushed away to sit on the edge of the bed. With jerky movements, he pulled his shirt on and reached to the floor for his pants.
He said nothing. He was leaving. Of course he was.
Standing, he yanked his jeans up.
She wanted to talk to him. Tell him she understood. That she’d be okay. But he didn’t seem concerned about anything other than finding the door. And she didn’t know if any of that was true anyway. She didn’t feel okay.
Her heart throbbed as he headed for the door without a word. He couldn’t even look at her. She knew what that meant, and she couldn’t bear the thought. If he despised her, she’d never make it through this.
“Diz,” she called before he reached the door of her room.
“What?” he shot out. He didn’t turn around.
Destiny stared at his rigid spine, wishing she could take everything back. All of it, starting from the very first moment she’d thought of him as more than a friend. From the moment she’d opened her eyes to find him at her bedside, willing her to recover from her injuries. If only she could have seen this outcome in her visions, she would’ve never gone here with him. She wouldn’t have risked it. It wasn’t worth it if he ended up hating her.
“Don’t hate me.” She barely got the words past her throat.
His shoulders sank. “I could never hate you,” he said, and then stalked out of her bedroom. Seconds later she heard the front door slam. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet of the cabin, and she felt it all the way to her soul.
Destiny curled around a pillow, the scent of what they’d done flooding the room like tear gas. How could this beautiful thing turn to poison so quickly? How could she have misjudged the situation so thoroughly?
And mostly, how could she have trusted Diz to know what he wanted? She’d placed her heart and her future in his hands, and he hadn’t been sure.
He chose a future without Destiny.
It hurt. It hurt so damn bad.
The tears fell to the pillow silently because she was too shocked to sob the pain away. Too devastated.
He hadn’t promised her a mating. That was something she’d assumed. But when he said he wanted her, that he’d always be there, and when his teeth were poised at her neck… what was she supposed to think?
The fire in her chest had turned cold. Icy, and painful. She rubbed at her sternum, desperate to ease the throbbing.
She should’ve listened to her instinct. A union between her and Diz couldn’t result in anything other than heartache. She should have left, gone to the Ouachitas, before she and Diz caved to fleeting desires.
Fleeting. Yeah, for him. He wasn’t even finished before he’d decided they’d made a mistake. For her, this was going to scar.
A scar never ends, it only fades, and only with the power of time, and often an eternity .
Damn him. Damn herself. Damn this whole situation, and her decision making skills, and sketchy vision, and the pack, and her future. Damn everything. Damn it all.
She’d run again. That’s what she’d do.
She’d run away from here and this room and these memories and feelings. She’d run until she couldn’t feel him anymore. Until her head was right. Until she was ready to face the vision of his mate.
Because that was the problem. As much as Destiny wanted to see her, so this could be over, she was also afraid for the very same reason.
Seeing meant the end of something she treasured. Though it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if it’d ended with a vision instead of this epic mistake of the heart.
Seeing is
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