My eyes fluttered open to the soft light filtering through the curtains. it was a new day but I’m not looking forward to it.
I swung my legs out of bed and stretched, feeling a surprising sense of calm settle over me. Downstairs, the aroma of coffee and something warm and delicious filled the air. I padded into the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the
cool tile.
And there he was. Astor. Sitting at the table, a plate piled high with pancakes in front of him. He looked up as I entered, a small, almost expectant smile on
his face.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice a little softer than usual. So I guess he is going back to his original plan which is dangling a sweet in front of me hoping I’ll take it and forget everything.
I blinked. “Morning. Don’t you have a meeting this morning?” I asked, my tone deliberately casual. I hadn’t expected him to be here, letting alone have breakfast waiting for me. It was a complete surprise.
He frowned, a strange look crossing his face. It was like he’d expected something else, a different question, a different reaction from me. But I just kept my gaze steady, pretending not to notice his confusion.
“I canceled them,” he said, his voice even smoother now. “All of them. For the rest of the day. I want to spend the day with you.”
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A small smile touched my lips. Part of me a very small, very ignored part – found that sweet which is exactly what he wanted because that’s what he’s been doing for the last couple of days but I know better now. “That sounds like a good idea,” I said, reaching for a mug. “But unfortunately, I have things
to do.”
I sat down and started to eat. The pancakes were perfect, fluffy and golden.
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Astor, however, didn’t touch his. He just watched me, his eyes intense, his fork hovering over his plate. It was unnerving.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I put my fork down. “What?” I asked, trying to keep my frustration in check.
He took a deep breath. “I know I messed up,” he began, his voice low and earnest. “And I would like to apologize…”
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Before he could even finish, I raised my hand, a sharp gesture to stop him.” Astor, please,” I said, my voice tight. “Just… stop.”
He started to talk again, to explain, to grovel. But the words felt like sandpaper on my already raw nerves.
“Astor, stop!” I snapped, the words louder than I intended. My voice cracked with a frustration I hadn’t realized was simmering beneath the surface. “Are you not tired of constantly having to say sorry? Because I’m tired of hearing it. I’d just like to eat my breakfast in peace.”
He finally fell silent, his shoulders slumping slightly. He looked, for the first time, truly defeated. I picked up my fork again, the quiet in the kitchen almost
deafening.
After I finished, I took my plate and the remnants of his to the sink. As I started to wash the dishes, I felt his presence behind me. He still couldn’t let it go, could he?
“You know,” he started, his voice laced with that familiar, pleading tone. “You promised to give me a chance. To give me a mon…”
I turned the water off, wiping my hands on a dishtowel. “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, my voice cold and clear. “That’s why I’m still here. But that doesn’t mean I have to tolerate your overbearing presence while I’m just trying to start my day.”
I left him standing there in the kitchen, the scent of soap and his unspoken
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words hanging in the air. I walked back to my room, the silence a welcome relief. I needed to get ready, to get out, to breathe.
When I finally emerged from my room, dressed and ready, Astor was waiting by the door. His eyes were full of a desperate hope that I tried my best to
ignore.
“So, what are you going to be busy with today?” he asked, his gaze searching
mine.
“The usual,” I replied, my voice flat. “And don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere near your mother. Or Alice.” The last part slipped out, a little sharper than I intended.
He tried to say something, to plead, to argue, but I just walked past him, my mind made up. As I walked towards the pack house, a wave of doubt washed over me. Was I doing the right thing? Leaving him, walking away from… whatever this was?
But I couldn’t help but remember how lonely I am here and how much I’m drowning in pain. I cry every second of everyday and that can’t be normal. So I knew. I had to choose myself. My happiness. My peace of mind.
I know the person that I’m reaching for help to is up to no good either because I’m not stupid to believe that it’s a coincidence but the man finds me everywhere I am but for now that’s not important.
I reached the pack house, my steps firm, I walked directly to Alpha Kyle’s door and knocked. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway.
The door opened, and there he was. Alpha Kyle. He looked surprised, but his expression softened when he saw my face.
“Faith,” he said, a welcoming smile gracing his lips he had a knowing looking his eyes and he looked like he was already celebrating his Victory but the only person who will win is me. “Come in.”
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I shook my head, a small but decisive movement. “Thank you, Alpha Kyle,” I said, my voice steady. “But I don’t want people to get the wrong idea. I’m here because I accept your help.”
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