Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 63

hapter 63

“You don’t have to-”

He leveled me with a stare. “It’s either that, or I come inside with you.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that would go over too well with my mom.

Riverleaned forward. “I’ll be able to feel if anything happens.”

My eyes flared. “Seriously?”

He sent me a sheepish smile. “You’re my mate. From the first time we touched, I’ve been able to sense if you were especially upset or happy.“.

“That’s how you knew to come after I got cut.”

All humor fled his expression. “I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew you were in pain. And you weren’t answering your phone-”

I leaned towards Lucas, resting my forehead against his. “I’m sorry, Luc. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Reluctantly, I pulled away. “I should go. I don’t want her to be more mad than she already is.”

Anson gave me a quick hug, his heat seeping into my muscles. “Call us if anything at all feels off.”

“Or if you just want someone to talk to,” Riveradded.

“I will. Thanks.” I slid out of the SUV before I had a chance to second–guess my decision. There was a swift tug on my chest as I walked up the path to my front door, and I rubbed my sternum, trying to alleviate the pang. It didn’t help.

I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door. I shut it quietly behind me. But it wasn’t quiet enough.

“Senna,” my mother snapped, her voice coming from the kitchen. “Get in here, right now.”

I swallowed and moved towards the sound. She leaned against the counter, a bottle of some unnamed liquor and a half–empty glass at her side. “Who was that dropping you off?”

“My history group.”

Her eyes narrowed on me. “Two boys?”

“There are three in the group actually.”

She snorted. “I should’ve known you’d turn into a slut the first chance you got.”

I sucked in a sharp breath at her words. “They’re my study group.” And so much more. They were everything. But I couldn’t

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tell my mother that.

“I’m sure you’re doing so much studying. Were you taking turns fucking them when you skipped school today?”

My heart picked up its pace as I scrambled for any excuse. “I–I had a migraine. Knox offered to take me to his house so I could rest. His dad was there the whole time. Then we worked on our project when I was feeling better.” I had to hope that Mason

would cover for me if my mom called him.

She scoffed. “You always were a shit liar, Senna. I’ve called your father to inform him how much trouble you’ve been lately. He thinks you’re acting out due to grief. But I know the truth. You never gave a damn about Lacey.” Her voice cracked on Lacey’s name. “You don’t even care that you killed her.”

My mom’s words cut worse than any glass ever could’ve. “I didn’t,” I whispered.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t kill her.” My words were louder this time, my voice stronger.

Mom shoved away from the counter, her steps wobbling. “You might as well have stabbed her in the heart.”

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“Your father’s looking for treatment programs to send you to. Ones for delinquents just like you. It’s not enough punishment, but it’s something.”

My ribs constricted around my lungs, and I couldn’t get any air in.

“Get out of my sight!”

She shoved my shoulders, and I stumbled back a few steps. It was all I needed. I ran up the stairs, shutting my door and sliding the desk in front of it. It wouldn’t stop her, but at least I’d have a warning if she came in. My body trembled as I struggled to breathe.

My phone rang. It took a few tries for me to pull it out of my pocket. My fingers shook as I swiped my thumb across the screen to answer, but I couldn’t get out a greeting.

Lucas‘ voice came across the line. “Ro, what happened? Where are you?”

“M–my room.” I could barely hear my own hoarse words.

“I’m coming.”

I didn’t have it in me to get anything else out, but Riverhad already hung up. I simply stood there, mind swirling and lungs burning. I barely registered the window opening and then Riverwas in front of me, hands framing my face. “Let it out,” he urged.

It came in a wave, and Riverlet out a grunt. The pain and fear. The sheer despair. Words came with it, all the awful things my

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