Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“You know what? I’m going to die out here anyway. I guess it doesn’t really matter how.” Tears leak from my eyes as I scream at his face, his chest really. “Fuck you! I’m not some damn toy for you and Luke to pass around. I deserve better than that. I deserve better than either of you!” Shock and then remorse passes across his face.
“Toy?” He seems genuinely hurt and confused. Like they weren’t talking about me like I was a plaything that they didn’t want to share.
“You said so yourself. That I wasn’t just for Luke.” I spit the words with distaste and try to keep my shoulders squared and my words hard, but my voice and my composure crack. I stifle my emotions and continue to glare at him.
“You aren’t just for him.” I turn my back to him and brush my shoulder against the tree as I walk away. Fuck him. I hope he breaks my neck for disrespecting him. I really do. I don’t want this ache of regret in my chest. I just want it all to end.
His strong arms wrap around my body and pull me into his hard chest. I try pushing away, but I’m so fucking weak. It doesn’t take long for me to give up. I just don’t have any strength left. I hang my head in shame and wait for him to do what he will.
He loosens his grip and turns me into his chest, letting me bury my head in his chest as he rubs my back. I don’t know why he’s attempting to calm me, but I’ll fucking take it. I need a peaceful touch. The day has taken too much out of me.
I dare to pull away from him to look up at his face. He’s so damn sad. He looks wretched with remorse. He leans down to kiss me, slowly. Slow enough for me to turn my head away. I want to kiss him. My soul is begging me to kiss him. But I refuse. I’m not going to fall for it again. Not after what happened with Luke. I’m not going to be anyone else’s leftovers.
A low, warning growl rumbles in his chest and vibrates through my entire body. I close my eyes in fear, but I hold my ground.
“Kiss me.” It’s a command and I feel a crushing weight on my body to obey. But I close my eyes tighter and prepare for his rage. My breath fails me and I feel lightheaded. But I’m not going to fucking do it.
“Kiss me.” I can feel his eyes on me as he speaks his words louder. As though I didn’t hear him the first time. I feel the weight of his dominance and nearly crumble. I shake my head and whimper as his grip on me tightens.
I’m ready for death. A sob rips through me and I almost cave and turn into him to kiss his soft lips. Lips that I desperately want to feel against mine. But I can’t. I won’t let myself be demeaned. Not again.
His grip only tightens more. “Why?” Pain laces his words. I don’t expect it. My eyelids part and I peek at him through my lashes. He looks nothing but hurt. “What have I done that’s so horrible that you won’t kiss me? You’re willing to mate with my brother, but you won’t even kiss me?”
His brother? Luke and Owen are brothers? He must see my confusion.
“Twins.” I shake my head slightly. I’m not sure why, maybe to clear the haze coming over me. “Do you only feel the pull to him?” His eyes portray fear and he noticeably swallows, waiting for my reply. His fingers dig into me, not to hurt, but just to hold onto me. As though he’s holding onto hope.
A thick lump grows in my throat. I barely squeak out the word “pull.” He nods his head once, not willing to explain anymore and still demanding an answer. A pull? I have strong unexplained feelings for both of them. I don’t understand it. A pull? I suppose I would call it that. Owen shifts slightly on his feet but maintains eye contact.
I have to lower my head and stare at his chest to tell him the truth. “I feel something for both of you.” A heavy sigh of relief leaves him as he pulls me into his chest, lifting my feet off the ground and kissing my hair. I sigh softly and nuzzle into his chest, enjoying the affection. But then I remember, I can’t forget. And I push away, not wanting to be swayed into making the same mistake. What is wrong with me? What is the pull?
He looks down at me with the same hurt in his eyes, but his brows are furrowed in confusion. “Why do you keep denying me? What have I done?”