Chapter 92 YOU WILL NEVER KNOW IF YOU DO NOT TRY

Chapter 92 YOU WILL NEVER KNOW IF YOU DO NOT TRY


Kennedie

I was so fucking worried.

Desmond said something about having to be in the pack house away from me and him needing me to be away from him while he was on his rut or something along those lines… I had no idea what the fuck that even was.

That was two days ago and he was still not back.

I was sick put of my mind after searching on what it was to go into a rut and I was not even sure how I felt about what I saw.

When a werewolf went into rut, it was this period of intense pain and longing that was just there until he found someone to mate with in other words, he had to fuck someone to feel better.

Great.

You know what, it was not fucking great at all, and it was extremely awful in fact. I was just here sitting on my ass and he could be over there doing god knows what.

There was also the possibility that he could be riding out the pain and as much as I knew that it would be complete agony for him to do so, a little….scratch that, a really big selfish part of me just hoped that he would be loyal to me.

No matter what, I was going to trust Desmond.

There was a knock on the front door “I’ll be right there in a jiffy!” I said and rushed to open up the door thinking that it was Desmond. That smile on my face was completely wiped off the moment that I saw that it was Graham.

I moved away and folded my arms “where the hell is Desmond?” I asked and he gave me a tight smile “well its pleasant to see you as well Kennedie” he said and I scoffed “cut the shit Graham before you literally piss me off I am not in the mood” I said.

He heaved a sigh “Desmond is fine, just recovering from everything” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He shrugged “nothing just that he had himself locked away in a cell until he was able to ride off the effects of the rut” he said.

It was like a wave of relief washed over me, erasing all of the thoughts that I had in my mind of Desmond being in a fucking orgy with a bunch of beautiful werewolf women that wasn’t me.

But that feeling was fleeting because it was soon replaced with extreme worry “what the fuck do you mean locked up in a cell, is he alright?!” I asked.

“He is Alpha Kennedie of course he would be fine on a rut”

“I should have been there with him” I said underneath my breath but Graham gave me a look “it is not your fault Kennedie, Desmond wouldn’t have let you either ways”

My eyes widened “how… h-how did you-”

He pointed to his ears and shrugged “I am a werewolf, I mean good hearing is part of the packaged deal”

I rolled my eyes “of course it is” I muttered and he moved to say something but I cut him off with a glare “I know what you are going to say Graham and for the love of god just shut up” I said.

“How do you know what I was about to say?” he asked.

“I may not have some weird ass supernatural hearing Graham but I have eyes and I know when someone is about to piss me off”

He folded his arms “touché”

“Can I go to him?” I asked and Graham shook his head “no, not right now… he will be back on his own when he is fine”

I ran my hand through my hair and I could feel the tears gathering at my eyelids “I hate that I am so fucking useless in all of this” I said.

Graham hugged me “you are not useless Kennedie, just human” he said and I was not sure if that was some words of comfort to make me feel better or just a jab.

“Is he hurting though?” I asked.

“You both are exactly the same…. While he is over there he would not rest until I come check up on you, and tell him that you are alright and here you are worrying about him”

“Of course I would worry about him Graham! I-” I did not even bother finishing my sentence.

He raised a brow at me “you what?”

I shook my head “just forget it”

He scoffed “When, are the both of you going to finally admit the truth to each other huh?”

I blinked once, then twice, trying to regulate my rapidly beating heart “what are you even on about?”

He scoffed “you are both in love with each other, it’s clear as day!” he looked like he was one of those frustrated people who put themselves through torture of watching a rom-com that they already knew how it would end, while complaining about the stupid fucking choices of the main characters all the way through the middle.

“I-”

“Don’t’ even bother denying it” he said and I swallowed back my words. I took a second before I asked the question that had already been plaguing me for quite a long time.

“Quite a lot has happened already, even I told him that I loved him, would he feel the same way?”

Graham placed a soft hand on my shoulder “You would never know if you don’t try”