Chapter2
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That meant… he hadn’t betrayed me yet.
He hadn’t tried to kill me yet.
But he still would.
My chest tightened painfully.
Why did he want me dead?
I pressed a hand over my heart.
“I won’t go,” I whispered.
Not this time.
I grabbed a coat from the chair and slipped out through the back door before anyone could stop me.
I ran.
I wasn’t going to let the love story that would lead to my death happen again.
I was going to use this as a second chance.
I dashed into the forest. My lungs burned, but I didn't slow down.
I was going deeper than I intended.
Suddenly, I fell.
“s**t,” I hissed.
I looked back and realized my foot had caught on a root.
A pair of boots appeared.
I froze.
'That’s not a place to lie down'.
Slowly, I lifted my head, my hair brushing out of my face.
A tall man stood before me. He looked slightly older, like a man in his thirties.
His gaze darkened the moment it met mine. His lips slightly parted and for a split second, something flashed in his eyes.
Then it disappeared.
I swallowed. I didn’t understand what had happened.
Suddenly, something inside me… pulled.
That feeling…
The same thing I was supposed to feel for Alpha Zach at the mating ceremony.
But this felt…different…older, like it had happened before.
This stranger was my mate.
No, he can’t be.
His gaze darkened the moment it met mine.
“Yes you,” he said quietly.
My throat felt dry.
“I—I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I f-fell… I wasn’t laying down.”
The forest went silent.
He just stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
“U-uhm,” I dusted myself up and tried to stand up.
A sharp pain shot through my ankle. I fell immediately.
He stretched out his arms to catch me, stopping me from falling… again.
“Looks like you sprained your ankle.”
“s**t,”
“The hospital isn’t far from here, I can take you,” he offered.
“No, it’s fine… I’m fine.” I said. “I can walk.”
I tried to push him away but ended up falling again.
“Save yourself the trouble. We both know you can’t,” he said.
Everything about him screamed danger. The way grey streaked his dark hair. The way he looked at me, like he could take my soul…
He didn’t ask again. One of his arms slid under my knees and the other around my back. He lifted me like I weighed nothing.
“Argue later.” He said to me and looked back at where he was going.
Blaire’s POV
I woke up to the smell of antiseptics.
My eyes fluttered open slowly. The white ceilings and walls came into focus, and it didn’t take long to realize I was in the hospital.
My head throbbed as I tried to sit up.
“You’re awake,” a husky voice said beside me.
I froze for a second till I recognized him. The image of him carrying me flashed in my head before I shook it off.
“My head hurts,” I groaned.
“The doctor said you have a mild concussion,” he said. “You passed out after we got here.”
“I don’t remember falling that hard,” I muttered, trying to push myself up, but it ached to move.
I touched my ankle. It was wrapped tightly in a bandage.
“Sprained ankle,” he said before I could even ask about it.
I nodded slowly, then glanced around the room again.
“How long have I been here?”
“About an hour.”
“And you stayed?”
He leaned back in the chair. “Someone has to make sure you don't try to run again.”
I froze, then looked at him slowly.
I didn’t tell him I was on the run.
“Who says I’m running?” I snapped.
“I know you are.” His eyes pressed on me.
“But I’m not running from you, though,”
“I know,” he said.
Silence fell between us.
I felt the urge to ask how he knew I wanted to escape. But I didn’t ask, because men like him were too dangerous to be questioned.
“Why did you run?” he asked.
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