ADDAMS

I didn't succeed to leave her there, under this rain.

Not that I didn't wish it. Every time I looked at her, I remembered what she did, I remembered the way she had left me for Armand, and this burning rage consumed my being.

However, I was unable to leave her there.
When I looked at her from the balcony, seeing her there, under the storm, my heart couldn't bear that but pushed me to help her.

I helped her with my shirt because there was no other dress she could wear she didn't have any luggage filled with clothes.

Was it the motive?

Yes, I thought at first to convince myself I couldn't forgive her, but, the truth was that I always loved her, I wanted her to leave her scent on my shirt.

Seeing her wearing one of my dresses had such a powerful feeling it sent over me, an unexplainable one.

'She is my ma..' I stopped my wolf before he finished his sentence.

She couldn't always be my mate after everything she did with my dad.

Tomorrow, she would have to leave, and I couldn't reside with her again, I would always see my dad's face when I would be laughing with her, and it hurt.

Oppositely, my wolf inside was delighted to see her again like, he had forgotten about everything she did, every shitty bullshit she had committed. As if, he always trusted her, yet, it wasn't my case.

She would leave.

I stood in the middle of the night and headed slowly to her room, I didn't want to make any noise with my footstep.

She didn't have to know I was spying on her, that I was caring about her.

Hell, What was I saying? I didn't care about her, I wanted to know if she wasn't doing something suspicious alone in this chamber.

Maybe she had been sent by my father.
I succeeded to convince myself.
I guessed I have succeeded

Her door slowly opened, I looked at her so bewitching, always the same with this innocent countenance in a slumber, I looked at her, and she acted likewise she was appeased, as if she hadn't spent such a night for so long now.

What had she endured?

What the hell had she lived on my father's side?

What the fuck was going on with me? I didn't have to have empathy with her, I had to remember she was the one to leave me.

I whirled on my heels and went back to my bedroom.

She didn't deserve such kindness, I told myself.

I fell on my bed, I couldn't tell the real reason, but my heart was alleviated this night as never before during these last months.

Should I leave the opportunity to explain what she wanted to say?

Why was she here?
What happened between Armand and her?

This dilemma led me to slumber.

This night was an eternal one, it seemed the sun wouldn't rise. Perhaps because I was waiting for it as never before.

I scarcely sleep during the night, and finally, the sun rose, I was enthusiastic to know what the next hours would reveal.

I looked at the sun rising and my gut was telling me the storm I went through all this time was coming to its end.

Why was I so enthusiastic? I hate this weak heart thinking of taking her back with me though, I had to think with my intellect.

"Thank you for the shirt," She said as we were taking breakfast together, she was on the opposite side of the table looking at me.
Her blue sea eyes which I missed so much were laid on me.

"You are welcome" I responded, flashing her a peek and I was back to my eats.

I didn't remember the last time we were like that together.

"You'll have another dress in a while, You won't leave the estate like that, I don't think you kept something else to wear" Those words pissed away the joy she designed in her countenance.

"Are you serious?" She asked tears on her cheeks.

"Why not? We are no more together, you don't have any motive to stay here. Not after what you fucking did with Armand" I blurted standing from my seat.

She stood following me, inching closer to me.

"You can't believe how I felt because of you. For your good, stay away from me, or else, I am sure I would hurt you back" I sternly blurted.

"You are a young girl with a wonderful beauty, you'll certainly find someone el..." She stopped me with her finger on my lips.

"Don't let it escape your lips please"

"I didn't cease to love you. I always love you, just you and no one else" She was crying harder, her hand grasping the hem of my shirt.

"If you loved me as you pretend, you would have never left me as you did"

"And you would have never made love with this asshole"

"No, no, no" She yelled out before I could move her hands from my shirt.

"I never... never let him have access to my body" she stuttered, my eyes were wide open after I had heard it.

What the hell was she saying? I couldn't believe it, not my dad, somebody else but not him.

This man would have never left a woman to sleep with him without anything should happen.

She was lying.

"If I left, If I broke up with you, it was just because I had discovered he was the one who murdered my mom. He killed Mrs.Lucas"

I giggled, I couldn't believe she would let out such a motive.

"Find something else to justify your bitch's action"

"However, I don't think there is something able to clear this sin" I exclaimed angrily at the same time with a sneer.

But before I had finished, I heard Petterson's voice coming from her phone.

I had forgotten about everything, what she had told me about our little secret, about the pack, the existence of Werewolves.

What I was hearing filled instantly my eyes with tears, and shivers passed through my body.

What the hell has he done?

No, that wasn't what I had to ask myself about.

The real question I had to ask myself for, was what I left her going through alone.

I fell to my knees and I cried in front of her, I cried like a baby, looking at her.

What had she lived during all this time?