You Want Me Back? Too Bad, My Alpha—I'm Done Waiting

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Three days after Declan left, my phone was the only thing making noise in my room. Cassia sent videos. First one: Declan asleep in a hospital chair, looking exhausted. Cassia filmed herself all cozy in bed. Message: "Alpha hasn't come home in three days. Says the heir needs him close." Second clip: Ayla playing with a crystal ball on his lap-my birthday gift to him last year. He'd said it looked like frozen moonlight. Now it was in a baby's hands while Cassia cooed, "Say Daddy, sweetie." Third was just audio.

Declan humming the Vale family lullaby in the dark-the one he said he'd only sing to his mate. Cassia's happy sighs in the background. I watched them over and over. First it hurt like hell. By the third day, watching him hand-feed her medicine, I felt nothing. When your heart dies, even pain disappears. I was about to block her when the last message came. A photo of my mother's moonstone necklace wrapped around Cassia's fingers, held over a trash can. "Come get it, half-breed." The hospital hallway stunk of bleach. Cassia was holding Ayla, humming softly. When she saw me, she smiled.

"You actually came? Declan's been here three straight days. Says pure-blood babies need their father's energy." "The necklace." She dangled it from two fingers. "Get on your knees and bow to the future Luna. Then maybe I'll give it back." Blood rushed to my head. "Don't push it." "Push it?" She laughed. "A mixed-blood telling me not to push it?" Her power hit me-crushing presence that made my knees shake. Mixed-blood bodies automatically submit to stronger wolves. "Three seconds. Three, two-" My knees hit the floor, forehead touching tile. Shame burned through me. "Good girl.

No wonder Declan kept you around. Training animals is satisfying-" Then she let go. On purpose. The necklace shattered on the marble. The main stone cracked, smaller ones flying everywhere. "Oops! Why didn't you catch it?" I dove for the pieces, fingers shaking. 11:31 You Want Me Rack 2 Too Most Chapter 3 Then Cassia screamed, throwing herself against the wall and sliding down, clutching her stomach. The door exploded open. Declan and Elder Gideon burst in with other elders behind them. Declan looked at Cassia first, then me kneeling and broken stone.

"What's going on?!" Gideon's shout hit me with crushing elder dominance. "Declan..." Cassia sobbed. "My stomach hurts... check Ayla! She was choking her-" Declan rushed to the crib. Ayla's arm showed clear finger bruises. "I didn't touch her," I said. "I never went near the crib!" "Liar!" Gideon slapped me to the ground. Blood filled my mouth. "Disgusting half-breed! Guards, twenty lashes." "Elder!" Declan's head snapped up. "You're still protecting her?! She hurt your child!" I looked at Declan. He held Ayla, knuckles white, struggling in his eyes.

When Gideon stepped forward, that struggle died. Declan looked away and dropped his head in silence. Something shattered in my chest. I laughed. At myself for believing a pure-blood would break pack law for a mixed-blood. For thinking love could beat a thousand years of bloodline rules. The punishment room was underground. Stone table, glowing restraint symbols, old blood smell. They chained me down-special restraints that made pain worse and stopped healing. The whip tore through air like a beast's roar. Pain exploded. Vision went black.

For a second I was back three years ago when I tried to break up with him. He stood in the rain outside my window, burning with fever but gripping my hand: "Nora... even if I fight the whole elder council... I only want you..." Second lash I bit through my lip. Remembered last year when I got lost during full moon, and he traveled through a blizzard to find me half-dead. More lashes came. Silver whip tearing not just skin but soul. Mixed-blood healing is weak-pain kept building, wounds bleeding. Fifteenth lash. Started hearing his voice from years ago: "How'd you get hurt again?

Let me clean it... won't hurt soon..." Chapter 3 Nineteenth lash. Mind drifting, ears ringing. Someone shouting my name-Declan? Or just me dying? Last whip fell. I gave up. Darkness wrapped around me, swallowing pain and shame. Before I blacked out, I thought I saw the door burst open, a silver shadow rushing toward me. Probably just another hallucination. 11:31 (0) 000 (0) Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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