Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Anger I can deal with. Anger is an emotion I can handle. But even as I cling to the anger, to the rage that Owen would pity me and our mate would choose him over me, I feel the hopelessness overwhelming me. My wolf lies helpless, not bothering to contribute anything. I grip the edge of the ceramic sink to keep myself balanced. After a moment to get my shit together, I turn on the faucet and splash my face with water. I look into the mirror and see an asshole staring back. I hurt her. I didn’t realize how much my words affected her. I can make it up to her. I’ll just apologize. Fuck, I really am fucking sorry. I can be such a stupid prick. But all I need to do is apologize. That’s it. I wipe my face, assuring myself that will be enough. I just need her to know how much I care for her and apologize for being an ass. It would have been better had I said nothing. I knew better. I’ll do better.
My breath comes back slowly and my blood cools from the tormented simmer. I crack my neck and my shoulders and look around at the mess I made. Fuck, I’ll clean it up later. I’m not waiting for Owen to leave her. He probably won’t move from her side any way. I’ll just wait until there’s a moment for me to enter and then I’ll go in and apologize.
I shake out my shoulders and head toward the bedroom. I have to close my eyes and breathe deep as I hear her moan. It fucking shreds me. She whimpers my brother’s name. I take a hesitant step forward. Wondering if I can really do this. Can I listen to someone else giving my mate pleasure even if he is her mate as well? I hear the bed banging rhythmically against the wall. It’s not loud. So he’s not being too rough with her. I run my hands down my face and breathe out heavily. Fuck, just the thought of him on top of her, rutting into her. My hands tremble so I fist them to make the shaking stop.
I just need to listen and wait. I shake my head and turn around. I’ll come back in an hour. No! Fuck, I need to man the fuck up and listen so I know when I can go to her. I fucking hurt her, I can deal with this shit. It’s my punishment. I walk back to the door and stop with my hand on the doorknob. My fingers close tightly around it, refusing to turn the knob.
I know he’s her mate. I should be grateful that it’s my brother and not some other asshole. But fuck, I can’t stand the thought of him pleasuring her.
“Harder,” she screams as though she’s in pain. The sound of him pounding into her tempts my beast to fight him. I grit my teeth to keep myself from barging in and ripping his fucking throat out. I roll my shoulders and open the door.
I slowly walk into the room and watch as my brother’s body hovers over Emma. Her fingernails pierce into his back. Small red scratches line his back. Her heels dig into his ass. I close my eyes, but that only makes it worse. Her moans and the sound of him rocking his body into her, the bed hitting the wall. I nearly turn away, but I make myself take another step toward her. Her breathing is picking up; his breathing is ragged. As soon as she’s sated I’ll go to her. He suggested we take her together. Maybe with him there and me apologizing. Maybe then she’ll want me too.
My jaw ticks as he nips at her neck and pushes himself deep inside her heat, making her cry out as her orgasm hits her. I know he’s coming inside her. He may sire her first pup. All because I was a fucking ass and couldn’t keep my mouth shut. My hands run down my face and I clench my jaw. Waiting for their embrace to end. He’s kissing her jaw as she hums in satisfaction. I take a step toward them, willing my body to approach and take my mate any way I can.
“Owen. Owen.” She mewls under him as aftershocks rock through her body. “I love you, Owen.” Those words on her lips make me question everything. She loves him. She loves my brother. I turn quickly and leave, hoping neither of them saw me.
She doesn’t want me.
She doesn’t love me.
Only my brother.
Owen
“Fuck!” I slam the phone down and stare at Luke. He hasn’t said a fucking word to me since last night. I hate being on bad terms with him. It’s even worse knowing I’ve got to leave him to go handle this shit.