Close Your Eyes, Sometimes It Helps

He hated how much her gasping his name, fearful and shocked, hurt him. He didn’t want to be this way. He didn’t want to be pushed to the brink, forced into emotions he never wanted to feel. But here he was, gripping her jaw and demanding that she tell him who it was that ruined his chances of having the family he craved, who it was that had given into her just as he had, who else he could point blame at and loathe.

Ulric. The alpha. That made him pause, standing there for a moment before letting her go and quietly turning away. He looked off in the direction of the Hallows for a moment, but he knew it was futile. He wasn’t a fighter. He’d never given the lifestyle a thought, but he was certain that an alpha had. Any alpha he had known had been very skilled fighters. Prepared and ready to defend their titles. He wouldn’t stand a chance if he tried.

For a twisted moment he actually thought about doing it anyway. Challenge the brute to the death over his lost love. How poetic. Then he could be done with this, all of it. Escape this life he never wanted. Pin the blame on the man who was weak like him and gave in to this traitorous woman.

But his children. His children that hadn’t deserved this. They had already been abandoned by their mother, he couldn’t abandon them as well. His own sense of duty and how much he loved his children probably saved his life in the end and somehow he managed to find a little bit of resentment at that.

Hanging his head, he trudged back to Boreas, back to Abaven, back to his children. Back to the life he didn’t want. Never looking back at Aranea again, always having the sound of her saying how she loved this lover man looping through his brain.

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