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 lips, her heart breaking for him. She will never accept Tatum back into her life but she doesn’t want to break his father’s heart.
“Time will tell. I will let you rest now and I will find a way to help you get better,” she replies, putting her glasses back on and she steps out of the room.
Even if she wants to spend more time with him, she cannot risk being recognized.
—
Carmela paces back and forth with nervous anticipation, her heart racing hard as she waits for Tatum to come to his room.
The moment she smells Tatum and hears his heavy footsteps coming down the corridor, she quickly lines the entrance with the white powder before she goes to sit on the bed.
She has already taken off her panties and is wearing only a mini gown so he can easily smell her arousal and have easy access to devour her.
They must have a really wild and active sex life to be making out in the open in his parent’s house.
Tatum was always modest with her. Perhaps Carmela suits his fantasies more.
What does she even care?
She slowly tiptoes backwards to avoid being seen and opens the first door she sees, enters the room and sits on the sofa when she hears Tatum scream like someone in pain and the shock makes her jump to her feet, her heart pounding heavily.
Does she go out to see what is happening? Why is she so worried about this? Why is she so disturbed? Even her wolf is in panic.
“Leila!”
She hears Tatum scream and the door to the room flies open.
He steps in, breathing heavily, bleeding profusely from his torso and his wolf’s red eyes are hooded with a lust and desire that sends her wolf howling and rushing to the front of her mind.
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