I follow her scent to Jemma’s doorstep, then bang on the door. “Jay. Jay, please, can we talk?”
Sam opens it, and I’m about to push past him, but Sam holds a hand out, halting me. He steps outside.
“I need to talk to Jay.” I try to sidestep him, but he mirrors my actions, blocking me.
“I can’t let you do that.”
I stare at him.
He sighs. “Dude, you broke her heart. You’ve gotta give her some time. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”
I understand his position, but all my wolf gets is that this male is standing between me and my mate. “My mate is hurt. She needs me.”
“She is hurt because of you.”
He doesn’t get it. All of this is because of what she did. “You don’t understand.”
“My mother was killed by a vampire, and you don’t see me ordering mass genocide.”
My gaze drifts to the ground.
“Yeah, that’s right. Jay told me what she did to your father—she’s owned her part. She also told me all that you’ve done to her since. She was able to forgive you,” Sam says.
“I didn’t kill her father.”
“No, but you sure as hell made sure she felt as though she died inside. What she did was a job. It wasn’t personal. She was a soldier. What you did—what you’re doing—is sadistic. Intentional. And if I’m honest, childish. You have to let her go.” Sam goes back inside and closes the door in my face.
Leaving me alone.
Unfortunately, I’m too selfish to give up that easily.
I have to know she’s okay. Then, I’ll let her go.
I run around the side of the house and scale the building leading to Alaina’s old room.
Chapter FIFTY-THREE
Jay
Iwake to the sound of something scratching my window.
What the hell is that?
I jump at the sight, squinting to make sure my eyes don’t deceive me. “Caleb?” I throw the covers over me and scurry to the window and open it. “What’re you doing here?”
He pushes by me and climbs in.
“What do you want?”
“To see if you’re okay.”
“You want to know if I’m okay? Caleb”—I scoff in disbelief, shaking my head—“you just announced to theentirepack that Medein is your luna-to-be. No, I’m not okay. But Iwillbe.”
“I didn’t do it to hurt you. You have to know that.”
“Sometimes it’s not the intention, but the impact that matters. It all hurts.”
I might be a masochist, but this isn’t a pain I want to endure any longer. There’s only one way to end my suffering.
