Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“I can’t.” I wished I could reassure her, but I wouldn’t lie. “I couldn’t leave them, even if I wanted to. But I don’t. They make me feel safe. Loved.”

Abigail’s eyes bored into mine. “They’ll be the death of you.”

Stop it.“My voice cracked like a whip. “Don’t say something like that. Not to me and not in front of a member of my bond.”

I knew Dr. Barton didn’t want me to be combative, I knew that Abigail was sick, but I wasn’t going to let her paranoia sow seeds of doubt in my relationship.

Abigail’s eyes narrowed on me. “I know what it’s like to be lost in the throes of new love. Of what you think is love. But they’ll use hose emotions to manipulate you. To use you.”

‘My mates aren’t like my father.” I had no idea who that man was, but I knew he was night and day from my bond. None of the guys were perfect, but neither was I. We worked to make this relationship the best it could be. And what I’d said earlier was the truth–I’d never felt more safe and loved.

Even amidst my issues with Knox, I’d felt secure enough to tell him exactly how I felt. He’d listened and done whatever he could to

nake it right. No one else had ever done that in my life.

Abigail looked towards the windows. “Even if they don’t use you, they’re putting you at risk. I could feel your power from the moment you were born. Keeping you away from other shifters was the only way to tamp it down.”

‘And what if I don’t want to tamp it down?” I was so sick and tired of the parental figures in my life wanting me to be someone other han who I was. For once, I was ready to step into my full power.

Her head snapped back in my direction. “Then he’ll come for you. I can feel your power now.” She studied me, as if I were some sort of experiment. “It’s a blend of both of us in a way, but different too.”

Abigail lowered her hand to my arm, closing her eyes. She made a humming noise. After a few moments, she snatched her hand back, eyes going wide. “No, no, no. It’s not possible. They don’t exist.”

Who doesn’t?” Caspian pushed, speaking for the first time.

They died out. It can’t be…” Her voice trailed off as her fingers moved in a rapid tapping motion.

Dr. Barton leaned forward. “Focus, Abigail. Use your words. Tell us what you sense.”

Abigail shook her head, pushing to her feet. “No. You can’t trick me. I say it and she’s as good as dead.” She latched onto my arm, ugging me up. “Get out of here. You have to leave. Don’t come back. You have to run.” She dragged me towards the door. “It won’t be nough though. Too much power.”

Abigail,” I said quietly.

A tear slid down her cheek. “I tried to save you.” Then she started to scream.

stared out the window as trees flew past. The blur was comforting in a way. It had a bit of a numbing effect, almost like white

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noise. But it wasn’t enough.

mages played in my mind. The orderlies running into the conservatory as Abigail screamed and thrashed. The injection they’d given ier. How she’d dropped like a stone. Dr. Barton’s words. “I think it’s best if we don’t have another visit for a while.”

The tears I’d desperately been trying to keep at bay finally escaped. As the first drop tracked down my cheeks, the dam broke. A sob ore free from my chest. Then another and another. I couldn’t stop,

Caspian cursed. I was barely aware of him pulling off onto a dirt road, but soon the vehicle was stopping and my door opened. Caspian lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. “Let it out, Sen. Let it all out.”

So much had been building. Months and months of dominos set in place and the first one had finally been knocked over. Violent sobs hook my body as Caspian lowered us to the ground, leaning back against a log.

He never let go once. No matter how hard I cried, he kept holding on. I sobbed until I was simply heaving with no more tears inside.

Caspian rubbed a hand up and down my back. “I’ve got you.”

burrowed deeper into his chest, feeling the wet of the shirt I knew I’d soaked with my tears. “It’s too much.”

‘I know. But we’ll help you carry it.”

could feel the bond in my mind, could tell they were concerned, but no one probed me with questions. Caspian had to have filled

hem in.

I don’t want anyone to have to carry it,” I mumbled.

He brushed the hair away from my face. “It’s an honor to hold it with you. I don’t know what you’re destined for, but it’s something ;reat. Maybe it’s the prophecy Ivan talked about, maybe it’s something else altogether. But we’ll be with you every step of the way.”

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