“No.”
No one does.
How absolutely terrible.
I sit with Rojer, holding his hand.
When he gets close, I lean down and whisper in his ear.
“I hope you suffer in your next life as much as you made those girls suffer.” His eyes widen, and he thrashes, panicking, but there’s nothing he can do. Nothing anyone can do. He quickly passes away.
When he’s still, I get up and wipe my eyes and go sit on the porch.
“Are you okay, Bonnie?” Quincy whispers and pats my back. “It’s not your fault.”
My eyes widen, and I whirl around. “Where is Nathan and Kevin?” I ask in a horrified whisper.
“They didn’t make it,” Quincy says, weeping. “Oh, god, they didn’t make it either.”
“What?” I shriek and rush around the back of the cabin, seeing the mass of swarming bees and the two swollen and bloated bodies lying on the ground.
“Oh, god!” I cry out.
Rory pulls me into his arms and drags me away from the site. He holds me in his embrace as if he’s protecting me from the world. I can hear the noise around us, but I ignore it all, letting it wash over me and just breathe in the scent of him. He’s so strong and warm. I close my eyes, the scents of the pack wrapping around us.
This is it. This is goodbye.
The cars and ambulances arrive, but Vale pulls me onto his lap, holding me while the coroner inspects them, and finally packs up the bodies.
“It was just an accident. A tragic, tragic accident,” the police officer says to me and pats my back in sympathy.
The police leave, the ambulances with them, leaving just the two limos and my car.
I stand up, watching as Quincy, Justin, and Kendall get into their limo and leave.
Now it’s just me and them. The silence around us is thick, and I have to fight hard to blink back tears.
Vale makes a sound, and I turn to him, knowing I look awful.
“I am so sorry it ended this way,” I whisper.
He steps into me, wrapping his arms around me. “Bonnie, it wasn’t your fault.”
I wrap my arms around him and inhale that deep scent of him.
This is it. This is the end. I have my revenge. I’ve had my fun. It’s time to let go.
“I know,” I say with cool confidence.
I step back and look them over one by one.
“It wasn’t my fault. I hear you. It was good to meet you and get to know you, Pack Prince. Have a wonderful life.” I sound coldly professional, trying and fighting to maintain the distance I need to survive this.
Vale shakes his head. “This isn’t the end.”
I toss my hair over my shoulder. “Yes, it is. You are not my alphas. And this game was a hell of a lot of fun, but it’s over, and you lost.”
Dakota is confused. He’s staring at me, and I can see him figuring it all out. He’s my smart alpha.
