The werewolves only stayed for ten minutes or so, and Liv was talking to Jonah off to the side of the room for the majority of it. I tried to listen in, but they were too far away.
Darius was trying to put a blushing Gwen at ease the whole time, and he was closer to us than Liv was, talking loudly enough that we couldn't hear her conversation. He was doing it on purpose, obviously. But I couldn't exactly tell him to shut up.
My female didn't look thrilled by anything the wolf was saying.
When they left, Jonah took Gwen's hand and laced his fingers through hers.
By the time I looked back to where Liv had been standing, she was gone.
I heard the bedroom door close moments later, and grimaced.
Shit.
six
LIV
I textedDarius to say I needed space and that he could go home, before I bundled myself in my comforter and tried to breathe slowly into the mattress.
I needed to figure out a way to become one with the blankets, because I was fucking losing it.
My breaths came out faster and more frantic by the moment. My panic skyrocketed as I fought to keep my shit together—and lost.
My fated mate was giving it another shot with his ex.
Just like I'd coached her to ask him to.
I was going to lose any chance at ever finding peace.
Finding sanity.
Finding security, and safety, and stability, and becoming ashingedas Callum was now that he had a mate to oil his unhinged self, or whatever the hell she did to him.
It was gone.
My chance was gone.
He was going to mate with her. She was wearing the ring, and she was too nice for me to even hate her for it. She'd been through hell, too. She'd dealt with Simon. She'dsurvivedSimon.
And I'd missed my chance with myfated mate.
There was no controlling my breaths anymore as I hyperventilated into the bed, pulling the blankets tighter around me and fighting just to survive the misery of this. Of losing something that was still completely unknown to me.
Peace.
Real, genuine peace.
This anxiety was all I would ever have.
The door to my bedroom opened. Darius didn't know where the key was or what it looked like. Niall must've pulled it out of the junk drawer for him, so?—
Someone tilted me to the side and slid beneath me.
The way he moved me, knowing exactly what position I was in despite the blankets above me, told me who it was.
He must've argued with Darius to get past him, but Dare knew that Niall could get me out of a panic attack. He'd seen it, more than once.
We'd beensogood together.
