It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Joseph drove away from pack central, but a sick, pulling feeling in his gut wouldn’t quit. Like a thread tied to his soul was fraying. Doigloo left him hollow. Jumpy.

All he could see was my face. Pale. Too calm. That quiet “Goodbye” he’d heard kept repeating in his head.

“Damn it,” he snarled. A welf’s gut is never wrong. He had to go back. Now.

He yanked the wheel around, U-turning right at the forest cressroad. His heart hammered.

He’d barely parked on the hidden trail behind the villa when a figure shot from the shadows. A thick, sweet scent hit him

Ada.

She stood there in a flimsy silk nightgown, one of his big coats thrown over it. She’d tracked him.

“Joseph,” she said, her voice a mix of demand and need. “You said border patrol. Why are you back?”

He frowned, listening hard for any sound from the house. “What are you doing here?” he growled, low. “Are you stupid? If Lois sees you-get lost

“I don’t care!” she shot back, pushing into him. “I’m carrying your pup! Why does she get the Alpha’s mansion and I hide in a drain?”

She pressed against him, her hands under his shirt. “You’re about to burst. Your body doesn’t lie to me.”

The second she touched him, the heat flared. That raw, dumb Alpha need took over.

This was the pack’s back garden. Private. Hedges tall enough to hide anything.

“You asked for it,” he growled.

He shoved her against the rough bark of an old tree-right next to the huge hole where our oak used to be. In that dirty, secret spot, he took her.

Fast. Hard. No tenderness. Just an animal.

Afterward, the sick feeling in his soul was worse. Stronger.

He looked at Ada, fixing her clothes, a smug look on her face. The mixed smells in the air hit him. He felt a sudden, deep disgust.

“Get out,” he said. “Now.”

He pushed her off, buckling his belt. “Remember your place. Lois is my Luna. My sworn mate. This is her ground. You set foot here again, we’re

done. Finished.”

Ada’s face froze. Tears filled her eyes, but he wouldn’t look at her. He turned and walked to the villa.

He pushed the back door open. Quiet.

“Lois? I’m home.”

No answer. Just empty echo.

He ran through the living room. The big painting of our mating ceremony was gone. Just a nail in the wall.

My crystals, my flower arrangements from the coffee table-gone. Like they never existed.

He ran to the backyard. His wolf eyes sharpened.

Chapter 72

The Bonded Oak was gone. Pipped out Just a raw,

Panic choked him.

“Lois/” he yelled

He took the stairs two at a time, kicked the bedroom door open

Clean. Too clean

The walk-in closet was empty. My robes, my boots, my ritual gear-all gone.

The bathroom. My brushes, my oils. Gone

It was like no she-wolf ever lived here. Like I was never real

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