Chapter 27: Only .
Lurgard.
It was strange, I an completely strange.
But instead of anger rising within ...instead of the fury I should have felt..I liked it.
No.
I loved it.
The sting of her slap still lingered against my skin, her imprint burning faintly on my cheek, and rather than igniting rage, it sent sothing else coursing through .
A sharp, electrifying surge.
It traveled down my spine, spreading through my body in a way that made my breath hitch slightly.
"You like it tough?" I asked, one brow lifting almost instinctively.
But the mont the words left my lips, everything shifted as Theresa recoiled.
Her body moved backward quickly, her arms wrapping around herself as though trying to shield her own form. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her eyes wide...not with defiance this ti..but fear.
And that was when it hit
hard, I had gone too far.
The realization struck deep, cutting through whatever haze my wolf had pushed
into.
"Theresa, I’m sorry," I said imdiately, my voice losing its edge as I reached out toward her.
But she pulled away again, further this ti. It was as though my touch would burn her.
"Sorry?" she echoed, her voice shaking, barely holding together.
Tears stread freely down her face now, each one tightening sothing painfully in my chest.
"Did you all bring
here so I could be your... release outlet?" she asked.
The accusation landed heavily and I felt my chest clenched instantly, the weight of her words pressing down on
as guilt surged in its place. I dragged a hand through my hair in frustration, my breath uneven as my thoughts scattered.
What had I done?
How had I let it get to this point?
Would she... hate
now?
The thought alone unsettled
more than I cared to admit.
"Theresa... I... actually..." I tried to speak, tried to explain, but the words refused to co together.
They failed , every single one of them.
Her expression—so fragile, so broken—made it impossible to think clearly.
"Stay away!" she suddenly yelled, the force behind her voice startled , her fear no longer hidden. "Don’t you dare co any closer."
But even then, as though I wasn’t hearing, I didn’t move back.
I just couldn’t.
The idea of creating distance now, of stepping away and letting her shut
out completely...It didn’t sit right with .
I couldn’t afford that, especially not now, not after everything.
"You aren’t that deaf, Lurgard," she continued, her breathing uneven, her body tense."Stay away."Her voice cracked slightly on the last words.
I could see it clearly.
The fear.
The dread in her eyes wasn’t hidden anymore, and that alone told
everything I needed to know.
I had ssed up.
Badly.
A heavy weight settled in my chest, tightening painfully as the reality of it sank in. For once, I didn’t have an answer. No imdiate reaction, no sharp words, no dominance to fall back on.
Just one question echoing in my mind...
How do I fix this?
How do I get her to forgive ?
"Okay... fine," I muttered finally, the words leaving my lips with a quiet sigh of defeat.
My hands moved almost automatically as I began buttoning my shirt, trying to regain so form of composure, even though I felt anything but composed.
"I will leave the room."
It wasn’t what I wanted but it was what she asked for and this ti... I listened, because I wouldn’t want her hating
more.
I stood up without another word, turning away from her before the look in her eyes could hit
any harder. Each step toward the door felt heavier than it should, like I was dragging sothing behind .
Just as I reached it, the door opened, it opened on its own and Lawrence stepped in.
Our eyes t briefly, then his gaze shifted.
Straight to her.Everything about him changed instantly.
Concern.
Urgency.
He moved past
without hesitation, heading straight toward Theresa, crouching slightly beside her as though she was sothing fragile that needed imdiate protection.
And for so reason...
That hurt.
More than it should have.
"Lurgard, did you hurt Theresa?" he asked, his voice low but filled with anger as he turned to look at .
The accusation was clear.The anger in his eyes... even clearer but I didn’t respond.
I couldn’t bring myself to because, what I was feeling in that mont... wasn’t sothing I could easily put into words.
Frustration.
Guilt.
Sothing darker.
Sothing possessive.
I didn’t want him near her.
Not like that.
Not looking at her like she was his to protect.
My jaw tightened, my fists clenching at my sides, but instead of answering, I turned and walked away.
Silently, leaving them behind.
Each step down the corridor felt heavier than the last, my thoughts spiraling uncontrollably.
None of this made sense.
Why did she react that way with ?
Why did she look at
like that?
She had kissed Leonard, stayed close to him without pulling away. I saw it in her expression, how she wanted more from him. She had even responded to Lawrence before.
But when it ca to ...
It was different.
Completely different.
Why?
The question burned through , unanswered, frustrating.
"Arrghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The scream tore out of
before I could stop it, echoing loudly through the corridor. I didn’t care who heard it, didn’t care if anyone was asleep or watching.
Nothing mattered in that mont.
I slamd my fist against the wall, the impact sending a sharp jolt through my hand, but I barely felt it.
Again.
And again.
The pain was nothing compared to the storm inside .
My breathing was uneven, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to steady myself.
"Just you wait, Theresa..." I muttered under my breath, my voice low, almost dangerous as my fists tightened once more. "I will make you love only ."
The vow settled deep within , unshaken.
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