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I sprinted down the stairs of the packhouse after leaving Grayson’s room, barely able to see where I was going through the tears streaming down my face.
It didn’t matter where I was going.
All I cared about at that moment was getting as far away from Grayson as possible.
My chest was constricting, making it hard for me to breathe. My mind became foggy and I stumbled on the last step of the stairs and tripped.
I couldn’t stop myself from falling directly onto my butt, whimpering when my back made. painful contact with a step behind me.
I didn’t lift myself up.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t think I could even if I wanted to.
My b*dy felt like it was breaking down bit by bit, almost as if it knew what was happening to me. It knew that I had just lost my mate, the man that I was supposed to love for the rest of my life. Not having the strength to get up, I sat on the bottom step of the stairs and sobbed.
I brought my hands up to my face and cried harder than I ever had in my life.
I never thought anything would hurt more than the day when my dad died but I was so so wrong. This felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, leaving me to die a slow and painful death filled with misery and regret.
I was thankful that it was still early in the morning because none of the pack members would be awake. They wouldn’t witness how broken I was, sitting here crying over someone who didn’t
even want me.
But I guess it wouldn’t matter if someone saw me. Grayson’s pack hated me.
Nothing would change that.
“Luna?” someone suddenly said.
My head snapped up and relief entered my chest when I locked eyes with Kyle’s. He was standing in front of me in sweatpants and a T–shirt, looking like he had just woken up.
As his sleepy eyes ran over my broken form, fury and worry entered his expression. “What the fuck happened to you?” he asked.
I couldn’t stop the sob that escaped my throat as I looked at him. I put my hand over my mouth as I pulled my shaking form up to a standing position. I tried to open my mouth to tell him all
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that happened but nothing came out.
I felt numb.
So instead, I just shook my head and launched myself into his arms.
Kyle, completely shocked, stumbled back a bit when I made contact with him.
He hesitated a second, probably worrying about what Grayson would think if he saw us hugging, but then securely wrapping his arms around me and squeezed me tight.
“Hey, shh,” he said as he ran his hand up and down my back in a soothing way. It didn’t stop me from sobbing uncontrollably into his n*eck.
He didn’t try to push me to explain which I was extremely grateful for. He just held me as I cried. I had never appreciated Kyle more than in that moment.
After a few seconds like that, Kyle said, “Hey, everything is going to be alright. I’m going to mind–link the alpha and he’ll help you. Whoever did this to you is going to face severe consequences. Everything is going to be okay, I promise.”
My head snapped up in a panic and I took a step back so I could see his face. “No! No, you can’t mind–link Grayson! I can’t see him right now. I can’t see him. Please, Kyle. Please don’t tell
him.”
Kyle’s brows knit together, as his expression grew even more worried. “Okay, I won’t tell him but you need to tell me what the fuck is going on, right f**king now.” His voice had gone from comforting to deadly serious in a matter of seconds.
I didn’t want to talk.
I didn’t want to do anything but crawl into a hole and spend the rest of eternity there.
I was worried that if I even tried to explain what happened between me and Grayson, I would just turn into an uncontrollable sobbing puddle on the floor.
But as Kyle looked at me, sincere worry and panic in his eyes, I knew that I owed it to him.
I couldn’t just run away without giving him an explanation.
Something was wrong with Grayson and the pack deserved to know.
I opened my mouth to speak, struggling to get the words out through my tears. “Grayson,” I started. “Grayson, he-” I wasn’t able to finish.
An intense and blinding pain took over my b*dy with sudden force.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before, even a million times worse than the pain I had felt when I was away from Grayson in Paris. I doubled over, a scream of agony leaving escaping my mouth.
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I was vaguely aware of Kyle yelling my name, wiping my hair from my eyes so he could get a better look at my face but couldn’t actually look at him. I knew in that moment that this must be what it felt like to die.
I grasped onto Grayson’s mark on my n*eck, suddenly feeling like it was on fire, like someone was branding it with scalding hot iron. I clawed at it, wanting to rip it from my skin.
The pain was only becoming more and more intense with every passing second.
And then suddenly, an instinet so intense coursed through my b*dy that I wasn’t able to ignore it even through all of my pain.
Something was wrong with Grayson.
I wasn’t sure how I knew it but something was happening to our bond.
It was breaking.
Panic entered my chest.
I grabbed onto Kyle’s arm and looked at him. “Something is wrong with Grayson,” I said to him. Without waiting for his response, I stood, fighting through the pain so I could sprint back up the stairs and back to Grayson’s room.
At that moment, I didn’t care about what Grayson had done to me.
I didn’t care that he didn’t want me.
All I cared about was making sure he was okay.
Even more importantly, I had to make sure he was alive.
Kyle called after me, hot on my trail as we both flew through the packhouse like wild animals. We ran into a couple of other wolves but I shoved them out of my way, my mind only focused on
one thing.
When we finally came to the door of Grayson’s room, I didn’t hesitate to shove it open and burst
into the room.
And I stepped into my worst nightmare.