Chapter 152
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Carter was an absolute wreck. It was hard to see. His remorse was paletable…however his mate
had been in his face for several months and he had failed to give her the tools and
information she needed to avoid the situation they were in now. I understood her reasons for
backing away, for being rightfully angry; but as Carter told me how Clyde had spun it all, I
could only think about was what a dick my Alpha was and how to mend this train wreck
between my and Lana’s besties.
Lana and I had decided we weren’t taking sides. However, we would support them both. That
meant Lana was with Briar and I was with Carter on this, we would meet in the middle and try
to guide them through this the best we could. We had been there once upon a time. I had
never seen Carter so broken. It was like his heart had been ripped from his chest as tears fell
and whiskey was poured. Lana sent me a few pictures of Briar when she wasn’t looking. She
had the same dismal look in her eyes that Carter did. I noted the gallon of moosetracks
icecream in her lap and the discarded cartons of take out and alcohol on the table. Well, that
was a win at least, she was eating even if mindlessly. I knew in the beginning that had
troubled Carter the most, her aversion to fulfill such a basic necessity as nourishment. Briar
needed time and answers. Carter, on the other hand, need to keep his head above water until
she realized Clyde’s accusations were twisted tools of manipulation. If she ever decided to
hear Carter out the preverbeal bombs he would be dropping wouldn’t be easy to swallow. She
needed to be in the right headspace for that.
When Carter passed out I tossed a blanket over him, he was sleeping restlessly. Rosie and
Tucker had shown their disapproval by sauntering upstairs choosing to ignore us the rest of
the night. I got up and flicked the TV off and made my way to the spare room. This was so

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