Wind Carved Names Into Silence by Zex Hollow 83

Chapter 83 

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that I’d des anything including Betraying my pack for him when he didn’t yen. De won think that a scar will make me so desperate for me ste to reage the a shit about me just few nights ago? 

I feel movement to the side of me and catch a glimpse of Suzzy as she heads towards the guard’s room but I keep my eyes on the prick starting in fron of me as his eyes start to flare with anger. He’s struggling to hold his anger back and it’s quite funny to we. To fail to realize that I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than with someone like you!” 

I hear the door to the guard room open and at the same time, a strange smell seems to enter the room, and then Annabell starts whining and trying to step forward. At first, I’m confused as to why she is behaving like this but then I feel my blood run cold when reality hits me, she reacted this way when we first met Prick Face… our mate. Is she reacting to him again maybe? Or have I really been cursed with finding a second chance mate? It’s care that it happens so it would be just my luck to get one. I shake my head as once again I find myself confused but I decide to try and ignore Anabell for now and ask her about it later. 

I hear the door to the guard room open once more but again I keep my focus on the prick in front of me as he finally snaps and loses his good guy act. “You are a worthless piece of shit. You should be honored I would even entertain the idea of being with you. On second thoughts, I don’t think I could do it. Imagine waking up to your face every day… Fuck, it would cause some night terrors.” His words hurt, of course, they do but I don’t show him. He’s not the first person to insult me because of my scar and he won’t be the last. I learned how to hide the hurt years ago and he ain’t about to see any different. 

I stare at him as he keeps insulting me but I don’t pay much attention to what he’s saying as Annabell is getting harder to ignore. You will regret this day when you’re old and lonely, you’ll regret not letting me out of here.” Before I can answer Annabella’s whining reaches an all–time high, and then I feel heat up against my back as a sensation of smells hit me in the face. Oh goddess no, please don’t let this be what I think it is! 

“Speak to my mate like that again and I’ll rip your fucking face off!” Oh fuck no! 

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