Angel Blackwood(41)

I shove his hands off me. “Forget I said anything. Just get outta here, both of you. I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Are you fucking with us? Is that what this was? Throwing yourself a pity party. Maybe if you say shit like that we might feel sorry for you? Dump our girls for you?” Tyler shakes his head as he lets out a forced laugh.

Our girls…

I don’t even know what to say to him. I don’t understand how he can think I would lie about something like that. I look at Talon and he wears the same disgusted look.

“You did, didn’t you? You just made up that story to make us feel sorry for you,” Talon spits.

“What? What the hell….” I’m so confused right now, I can’t even form words. How can they hate me this much? They know I’m not that type of person. I don’t need pity and I certainly don’t want theirs. I stop when I notice them staring at something behind me.

I turn to see them glaring at the vase of black roses that Caspian sent me. Tyler storms past me and bumps me in my shoulder making me stumble. He picks up the vase then turns and looks at me. His eyes have never been blacker.

I’m pretty sure I’m close to peeing myself right about now.

“His scent is all over this! My God, you don’t waste time do you? How many back up ‘plans’ do you have? How many guys are lined up for you? For fuck sakes, Angel! I’ve been defending you everytime Talon said shit about you. He’s right though, the fates did make a mistake. What the hell happened to you? You weren’t such a whore when we first laid eyes on you.”

I feel the tears slipping from my eyes as I stand there speechless listening to his horrible words. He slams the glass on the floor and glass shatters everywhere. He storms past me again, but bumps me harsher this time with his shoulder and I fall onto the broken glass. My hands stop my fall, and I move so that I’m sitting on my knees, now looking at bloodied hands. Both my knees and hands are cut up and I’m pretty sure there’s glass inside, but I don’t feel the pain because the pain in my chest hurts too darn much. I cover my face with my bloodied hands and cry hard.

“Shit baby...” I hear Talon’s soft voice, as he bends down and runs his hand through my hair gently and lovingly. “Please don’t cry... he’s just angry.” I push him away from me. I don’t need this back and forth shit right now. He’s going to make me want to crawl into his arms only for him to throw me away again. I can’t do it.

“Just go,” I say through sniffles, but he doesn’t move.

I push him harder and scream, “GO!” His face is frozen, but he nods his head and leaves through my bathroom towards his bedroom.

I get up on shaky legs and make my way to my bedroom door. I’ve got my cries under control and I need to get out of this house. I sneak down the stairs and head towards the backdoor. As I pass the gaming room I spot the bar and backtrack. Should I? shouldn’t I?

“I think I should,” I whisper through snivels. I grab a half bottle of Tequila, walk out the back door and towards the lake.





Dropping my ass on the edge of the little wooden dock with my feet over the end, I look up at the dark night sky. I let tears fall down the sides of my face and feel them trail towards my ears. I close my eyes, drop my head and take a big sip. I cough and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I have two small cuts on the palm of my hand but the bleeding has stopped. My knees are another story though. There’s definitely shards of glass in there.

“Fucking disaster,” I mutter to myself, taking another gulp of the strong liquid. Then another, and another, until my eyelids close of their own accord.





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I’m being lifted; he’s so strong and smells so good. He’s walking and walking until finally I hear the opening of a door, then he’s walking again. I hear the steps as he walks on the wooden floor, then I hear the opening and closing of another door.

I’m barely conscious as I feel my shorts being pulled down my legs. My eyes are too heavy and I can’t open them. The alcohol may still be coursing through my system, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t a dream. I moan and try moving to get comfortable on the soft bed.

“Shh... Let’s get these cuts cleaned up for you, baby,” he says in a comforting voice, as he bends down and kisses my forehead gently. I fall back into drunken bliss wishing that Talon would treat me this way when I am sober enough to respond... and remember.





Chapter 10





“You seriously need to watch where you’re going, Angel. If any wolves from other packs see that you’re not healing they’re going to think something isn’t right with you,” Nixon says, inspecting the little cuts on my hand. I told him I walked into the vase and dropped it. I haven’t told him about the dreadful argument with the twins because he’d want to confront them. I haven’t told him about the little after- party I had by myself either; I don’t even remember finishing the bottle of tequila. I woke up early and surprisingly felt better than I had the day before. Leaving early, I went for a run in the woods for Faith then stopped off at Nixon’s, where I am currently sitting at his kitchen table while he makes me breakfast.