Just what the truth is
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I found my way back to the Packhouse. Everywhere hurt but I needed to find Cain.
Two people were guarding the front of the Packhouse as I got there. The two looked thoroughly surprised to see me.
"Erica?" One of them said in surprise.
Hearing him say my name wasn't the least bit surprising. They had never considered me to be their Luna in the first place.
"I-I n-need to s-see C-Cain!" I clutched my stomach as I spoke.
They both looked at each other before looking back at me. "We can't let you do that," The dark-haired one said.
"W-What w-why?" I asked.
The brown-haired one was quick to sneer at me, "You tried to kill our Luna, Erica,"
I was startled. Luna? Oh, I see, so they had always considered Milan to be their Luna? This wasn't news to me, I was just a little surprised that they didn't even allow a day to pass till I was gone before calling Milan Luna.
The dark-haired one shoved the brown-haired one's shoulder.
"I-I d-didn't, a-and I n-need to s-see C-Cain, it's r-really i-important!" I begged.
The dark-haired one shook his head. "We can't let you do that. You shouldn't be here, Erica—"
"You should be in prison," The brown-haired one sneered. "Did you — Did you escape from the cops or something?"
He grabbed my arm. "You ran away didn't you?"
I struggled to remove my arm from his grip. "T-That's not w-what h-happened, l-let go!"
"Hey man, let her go," The dark-haired one pulled the brown-haired one away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The brown-haired one hissed, shoving the other one's chest.
I took this as an opportunity to escape, quickly running away. I needed to find another way into the pack house, luckily I was someone who had worked here for years.
I knew my way around.
There was a small secret pathway that led to the inside of the Packhouse. I was the only one who knew about it.
I managed to enter the Pack house and my search for Cain intensified. I needed to find him before somebody saw me—
"Erica?" I stiffened, I knew that voice all too well.
Bjorn. Cain's beta. I turned around to indeed find Bjorn behind me. He was looking at me with a frown on his face.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, obviously angry. "You should be in pr—" He paused for a moment. "Did you escape somehow?"
I began inching back as he began stepping forward.
"I-I n-need to s-see C-Cain," I said, stepping back.
Bjorn's frown lightened at my words. "Cain? You came back because you want to see Cain?"
He didn't wait for my response before saying. "Come with me," He walked right past me.
I followed right behind Bjorn. Bjorn was a big man, although not as big as Cain but being behind him, I could hardly see what was going on in front of me unless I craned my neck to the side.
I stopped walking when he stopped. I knew where we were, this was Cain's room, only the door was left a little ajar.
"W-What are y-you s-showing me?" I asked Bjorn, confused.
Bjorn placed his index finger on his lips, before looking straight at the door. I followed his gaze and what caught my line of sight was Cain.
Cain and Milan. He had Milan in his lap, soothing her as she cried those fake tears of hers into his chest. He looked so worried about her. I had never once seen that kind of look on Cain's face before.
Not when he was with me. It was an understatement to say my heart broke. It shattered.
I felt the urge to pull out my hair to hit something to do anything to stop the way my chest ached, to stop the way my eyes burned.
I'd cried more times today than any other day but this hurt the most.
Because I knew, I knew there would never come a day where Cain would ever look at me like that.
Not even for his baby.
I would spend my whole life loving him but he would never feel the same. He would never stop being disgusted at me.
My hand squeezed my stomach. I'd sworn to myself that I'd stand by Cain no matter what, no matter how much he hated me because I loved him.
My love was enough.
But what about my baby? Would Cain care about it? He hated me… Who's to say he wouldn't hate my baby?
I love Cain more than I love myself, but having fought tooth and nail to keep this baby alive today I knew, I knew, I loved this baby enough to do anything to keep it safe.
Including staying away from Cain.
The only man I'd ever love.
No. The only man I could love. Fate was a cruel b***h. I'd never be able to have this man, he would never love me.
And as the tears streamed down my face I knew I loved this baby enough to walk away.
"Do you get it now?" I heard Bjorn's voice from behind me. "You're not wanted, Erica." He was cold, but he wasn't lying.
I bowed my head, more tears falling from my eyes.
I wasn't wanted by my mate. Then where was I wanted?
Nowhere. I was the wolfless runt. I would always be unwanted.
I gave a curt nod to his words.
"Leave," I raised my head at him. "Leave while I'm letting you Erica. It's either you leave or Prison." Bjorn said, his face was similarar in coldness to Cain's.
"I-I d-didn't try to k-kill h-her," I didn't know why I was bothering to explain but I supposed it mattered to me that one person believed me before I left.
Bjorn's blue eyes stared dead into mine. "He loves her." Was his only reply.
I wasn't sure what it was but it was a little warmth in the heaviness that filled my heart hearing that Bjorn might not necessarily believe Milan.
I nodded, looking back at my mate who cradled another woman with so much love.
"Goodbye, Cain." This was the second time today I didn't stutter, yet I couldn't find it in me to be proud.
I turned my back to him.
This time around I only had my child to live for. It was over.
My fist balled. No. It wasn't over. Not yet. The future was not set in stone.
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