After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 203

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Elaine didn’t know how to exactly answer that question. Because she had lied, and they both knew it. She was quiet for a time, staring at the fire crackling in front of them. She rubbed her arms.

“You know why,” she said softly.

Lucas shook his head. “I don’t. I wouldn’t ask you if I did.” He leaned forward on his knees, settling his gaze on her despite her being unable to meet his. “You lied. Implied I never once…”

He took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Throughout our entire marriage, that was one thing that kept our mate bond from deteriorating entirely.”

Elaine crossed her arms. “Not entirely.”

Lucas scowled briefly. “You know what I mean.”

She rubbed the back of her neck, still not sure how to explain it. She thought he did know

“Our mate bond did start deteriorating, though. After we stopped.” Elaine looked up at hun. “Three years ago.”

Lucas stilled completely at her words, sorrow flickering through his gaze before he shook his head and finally was the one avoiding her gaze. “Three years ago,” he repeated. A soft sigh escaped him.

They both knew.

He had never really understood how much pain that had caused her. What had happened those three years ago…

Lucas scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’m sorry, Elaine, I didn’t mean to

“Just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He nodded and did not press further. Now he understood her lies, even if he didn’t agree with them. Even if they had made him look bad.

Elaine pulled her knees up to her chest, staring at the fire again as the light of day slowly began to vanish. The reminder of what happened settled heavily upon her chest. She felt it tightening, but this rime she knew it wasn’t an episode.

It was just the guilt and anxiety she always felt when she thought to long on those events.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell. She forced the thoughts from her mind and reached over to grab her fishing spear. Taking the pilot’s knife, she began to carve the tips of the spear once more, keeping it sharp

“I’in pressed,” Lucas mused.

“About what?”