I have to leave the pack.
This realization is a long ti coming, but when I wake up to Xander's face staring down at , in the relative safety of my own room, it's a decision made for .
I'm not safe anywhere. Not even where I sleep.
"Don't shout," he whispers, placing a hand over my mouth.
I wasn't going to, anyway. No one would co to my aid here.
My nod seems to relieve him, because he lets go and sits on my bed without asking for permission.
I sit up, my fingers clutching the blanket and pulling it over my chest. The thin fabric offers little protection, but it's all I have against Xander's piercing blue gaze. I'm still wearing my clothes from yesterday, but being in my bed—in my room—leaves feeling vulnerable.
My heart pounds, a traitorous rhythm that threatens to betray my resolve.
"What are you doing here?"
Xander's sun-bright hair catches the dim light, a halo around his perfect features. His blue eyes, once a source of comfort, now make my stomach twist.
All I can see is how he dumped for Nora the mont he realized they were mates.
"How are you doing, Violet?"
His hand reaches for mine. I flinch away, pressing myself against the headboard.
"What are you doing here?" The words co out sharper this ti.
Xander's shoulders slump, and he runs a hand through his hair, mussing the perfect strands. "I'm worried about you."
A harsh laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. "That's rich."
"I an it, Violet. I care about you."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
His sad facade fades as his jaw clenches. There's a tick beneath his skin, a twitching that only serves to remind he's changed. Like a personality transplant. Or, worse—I never knew him at all. "It's complicated."
"No, it's not. You chose her. You made that perfectly clear."
There's a flash of amber bleeding into the blue of his eyes. My lack of submission must anger his wolf, too. "It's not that simple. The mate bond—"
"Save it." I cut him off, wishing my words ca out with more scorn and less trembling. "I don't want to hear about your precious mate bond."
Xander leans forward, his scent washing over . Trees and earth and everything I once called ho. "Violet, please. I never ant to hurt you."
"But you did." The words hang between us, heavy and undeniable. Making sound way too fragile.
He reaches for again, and this ti I let him take my hand. His touch sends sparks racing up my arm, and I hate myself for the way my body responds to him.
"I miss you," he whispers.
For a mont, I let myself believe him. Let myself imagine a world where we could go back to the way things were. But then I rember Nora's cruel smile. His indifference in the forest, when I was near-naked and terrified. And how impossible it is for to remain in this abusive pack.
I pull my hand away. "You don't get to miss . You don't get to co in here and act like you care."
"I do care!" Xander's voice rises, and I flinch. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm himself. "I know things are different now, but that doesn't an I've stopped caring about you."
"Different?" The word is so fucking pathetic for this situation, leaving with no way to express how I feel. So I laugh. A brittle, sharp, broken sound. "Like how your new mate treats like dirt? How the entire pack looks at like I'm nothing?"
Xander's face twists into sothing ugly, before it smooths out again. He leans forward, grabbing my hand and holding tight, not letting go. "I'll talk to Nora. I'll make sure she treats you better."
"You don't get it, do you?" I shake my head, disbelief coursing through . "It's not just about how Nora treats . It's about how you let her treat . How you stand by and watch while I'm humiliated and abused."
"I can't go against my mate, Violet. You know that."
"Then why are you here?" I demand, anger finally overtaking the hurt. "What do you want from ?"
Xander's eyes darken, and suddenly he's too close. His hand cups my cheek, and I hate the way I lean into his touch. Like a bad fucking habit. "I want you," he breathes.
For a heartbeat, I'm tempted. To give in, to let him kiss , to pretend that nothing has changed. It would be so much easier.
I hate him.
But I miss him. So much.
He was my everything. I dread of a future with him. I loved him.
I shove him away, scrambling out of bed. "Get out."
"Violet—"
"No." I stand tall, even as my legs shake beneath . The temptation of the familiar is terrifying. "You don't get to have both of us. You made your choice, Xander. Now live with it."
His face hardens, that alpha presence I once found so attractive now feeling oppressive. "You're mine, Violet. You've always been mine."
"Yours?" It's amazing how much my heart hurts. Again. "No, I'm not. I'm human, rember? I don't belong to this pack, and I certainly don't belong to you."
Xander stands, towering over . His eyes blaze with amber fire; his wolf is fighting for control. He steps forward, and I step back, only for the wall to hit my back.
"You are mine," he insists, resting a hand on the wall beside my head. "You're just angry with . It's okay, Gracie. I understand. I get it. I hurt you."
He lifts a hand, brushing it against my jaw in a whisper-soft caress that has my stomach churning.
This is not the Xander I loved.
He wasn't stupid like this. He cared about my feelings. My thoughts. He wanted to be true to myself. He loved for .
He didn't ever claim to own .
"Please leave." My demands downgrade to pleas. "I just want to be left alone. If Nora finds out you're here—"
"She won't find out," he breathes, his eyes drawn to my lips. "We'll keep it quiet. I promise I won't let you get hurt, Violet."
"Xander, she's not stupid. She'll know—"
He swoops in to kiss , but I get my hand between our lips just in ti. My heart races at the anger darkening his eyes, even as his hand strokes my cheek in a gentle caress. "It's okay, Gracie. I'll make it okay. We can still be together in the end. I know I said things that hurt you, but it was all in the hunting haze."
He presses his lips against my hand, in soft, sensual kisses that only make my skin crawl.
"I made a mistake, Violet. But I'm going to get you back. You'll see. You were ant for ."
* * *
Xander eventually leaves.
And I shower, because his touch leaves feeling filthy.
Which, of course, ans Piper screams at for being a filthy laze-about, then sends back to the main lodge to continue work on the garden, despite having had only a couple hours of sleep.
In short? Xander ruined my entire day, all to steal a few kisses behind his precious mate's back.
Instead of heading to the garden, like Piper demands, I sneak back into my room to pack the few things I now have. But a girl needs clothes. And shoes that fit. And food.
Those aren't in my room.
The kitchen is too busy, so I can't steal food from there. But there's a mini pantry on each floor, filled with simple things like graham crackers, water bottles, and beef jerky.
I've stolen a few things from them before, but Piper caught with empty wrappers on the first day. I never tried to take snacks again.
This ti? I don't care. I have a large backpack (which, I admit, I stole from soone's room) and I fill it with as much as I can. There's even a machete (also stolen from soone's room). I do have to sneak around to avoid Piper, but I score a pair of shoes (yes, stolen from soone's room). They fit better than what I was given… because they're my shoes, given away to a random oga, all to show how little I an to the pack.
My heart pounds against my ribs as I slip out of the oga lodge. The weight of the stolen backpack feels like an anchor, threatening to drag back into the hell I'm desperate to escape. Each step away from the building sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins.
Surely soone will stop . A hand will grab my shoulder, or Piper's shrill voice will cut through the air. But nothing happens.
The forest looms ahead.
I don't bother trying to hide my trail. What's the point? They're wolves. They'll catch my scent no matter what I do. Instead, I stick to the well-worn path, my stolen shoes—my shoes—carrying deeper into the forest.
The plan, if you can call it that, is simple. Follow the trail until I reach the river, then use the water to mask my scent. It's not foolproof, but it's all I've got. My real hope lies in the chaos back at the pack. With the Lycan King's impending arrival, maybe they won't notice I'm gone until it's too late.
Leaving is an impulsive decision, obviously. But I can't stay.
I'll die there. Either from a jealous mate, or overwork, or unchecked bullying by angry wolves. And, if Xander doesn't stop whatever delusions he's on, I'm going to end up violated with more than a stolen kiss.
The forest air fills my lungs, crisp and clean. It should feel like freedom, but all I taste is fear. What am I doing? Where am I going? The questions swirl in my mind, threatening to overwhelm .
No money. No real plan. Just a backpack full of stolen goods and a desperate need to escape. The thought of finding so sort of help in the city is a thin thread of hope I cling to.
The trail winds through the trees, familiar yet suddenly alien. How many tis had I walked this path with Xander? The mory of his touch, once comforting, now makes my skin crawl. I push the thought away, focusing on the sound of my footsteps and the rustle of leaves overhead.
A twig snaps sowhere to my left. I freeze, my heart leaping into my throat. Is this it? Have they found already? I strain my ears, listening for the telltale sound of wolf paws on forest floor.
Nothing.
Just a squirrel, scampering up a nearby tree. I let out a shaky breath, forcing my legs to move again.
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