Chapter 36 Lines in the Sand
<b>Aubrey’s </b>POV
Finished
Whatever his problem was, it had nothing to do with me. I hadn’t provoked him, hadn’t even spoken <b>to </b><b>him </btely.
So I turned and walked away.
“Get in the car,” Alpha Henry said again.
I let out a dryugh. Was this guy serious? I’d already cut ties with him. What did he think this was<b>? </b>
I kept walking. But how could I outrun a car?
“Get in. Don’t make me say it a third time.”
That finally got me to nce back.
“Alpha, do you not understand words? I’ve already broken off the engagement. We have nothing to do with each other now. Why the hell would I get in your car?”
Henry’s POV
Damn it. When did Aubrey turn into someone like this? She was all thorns now–sharp and untouchable. After I left the station yesterday, I didn’t go home. I started digging into the incident from nine years ago- when I nearly drowned.
Too much time had passed. Most of the evidence was long gone. I was furious… but powerless.
I’d nned to confront Mariana, but all I could see in my head was the moment Aubrey kissed me–and then bit me. The look in her eyes was burned into me. That quiet pain, that total despair.
No. She’d loved me for so long. There’s no way she just let go.
I had to see her. That urge was so overwhelming, I went straight to her family’s home in the middle of the night.
Aurelia stammered when I asked about her, saying Aubrey hadn’te home and often stayed out. She imed she didn’t know where she was.
She was obviously lying.
So I pulled footage from the street cameras. Sure enough, Aubrey had returned–but she never went inside. Instead, she got into Charles’s car.
Charles told me she was staying here. I drove over immediately. On the way, my men mind–linked me, someone had stolen the Moon Grass from our herb vault.
But honestly? The world could’ve been burning and I wouldn’t have cared. I just needed to see Aubrey.
Then I got to the motel–and hesitated.
Why was I even here?
08:37 Mon
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<b>To </b><b>apologize</b>? I didn’t <b>even </b>know the full truth yet. What did I <b>have </b><b>to </b><b>apologize </b><b>for</b><b>? </b>
<b>Then </b>what <b>was </b>I doing<b>? </b>
I raked a hand through my hair in frustration. I sat in the car for over an hour, while <b>even </b>my <b>wolf</b><b>, </b><b>Kr</b><b>, </b><b>lost </b>patience.
“What are you waiting for, coward?” he growled.
Kalmost gave up. I even turned the key to drive away…
And then she stepped outside.
Her hair was wet, hanging loose. She wore nothing but a bathrobe–and someone else’s oversized jacket thrown loosely on top.
At that moment, rage exploded in my chest.
I didn’t think. I mmed the car in gear and cut her off in the street.
I told her to get in. She refused, said we had nothing to do with each other anymore.
Her words cut deep. Since yesterday, she’d been acting like apletely different person. She’d <i>never </i>spoken to me this way before.
Had she already reced me?
My eyes drifted back to the jacket–the <i>man’s </i>jacket–wrapped around her shoulders.
I scoffed. “You think calling off the engagement means it’s over? Have the families agreed? Has the pack been notified? No? Then you’re still my fiancée. And I told you–get in the car.”
Aubrey’s POV
I smiled.coldly. I ced both hands on the edge of his window and leaned in, looking down at him.
My blue eyes gleamed like frozen stars. “I already returned the engagement token to the Miguel family. What else do you want from me? Please, Alpha, kindly get out of my sight.”
The chill in my voice was sharp enough to cut.
His face twisted as he snapped back, “And who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around?”
I went quiet.
A flicker of something unreadable passed through my eyes–faint sadness, maybe. Itsted only a second, but it hit him like a needle to the chest.
He’de here to see me. Not to fight.
He shifted, clearly ufortable. His tone softened awkwardly. “Just get in. We still haven’t finished our
conversation.”
“Oh? What’s unclear?” My voice was still as cold as ever.
“Everything!” he snapped, ring at me. His frustration was practically steaming off him.
Chapter 36 Lines <b>in </b>the Sand
<b>I </b><b>finally </b><b>gave </b><b>him </b><b>a </b><b>look </b><b>of </b>exasperation, walked <b>around </b>to the <b>passenger </b><b>side</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>got </b><b>in</b><b>. </b>
<b>“</b><b>Fine</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>I </b><b>said</b>, shutting the door. I turned my face toward the window<b>, </b>casting <b>my </b>expression in shadows under the streetlight.
“Speak, Alpha,” I said tly. “It’s the middle of the night and you blocked my way–what <b>the </b><b>hell </b><b>do </b><b>you </b>
want from me?<b>” </b>
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