The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister novel Chapter 38

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The ride back to the park hanse passes in some sort of a blir. Hobbey had pail vai loture fagfor lovili umeda ant tresi të pët me lo sing along with him fish 4 couldn’t bring myself to utter a sound.

The sevend i closed the bedroom dent behind me, I sink to the floor. The remiperinni Það geldte she helperī spe anside with the bars and told me everything would be okay, crac ka

“The bags ourable beside me as I bring my krices to my chest and hug it. A sob shakes within me and the Loans [triz)

so hard to keep-ai bay… (alls freely………[”

Ian we lenger hold it in. The pain, the agony of it all. His smile. Her smile. The way the ring glistened in the son. The way it fitted her perfectly. My heart breaks.

11 litred her perfectly……..

1 bury my face in my hands, the salty tears making a mess on my palms. My body shakes, trembling with the hurt I

felt.

My chest hurts as I struggle to breathe as Serena presses inside my mind, her pain mirroring my own. Her poor whimpers echo through my soul, the same soul that felt shattered.

I don’t know how long I stay like that in this very same position. Curled on the floor in a pitiful manner, my knees pressed to my chest. I rock back and forth lightly as if that might soothe the ache ripping through me.

othe the

My throat burns painfully from crying as every breath I take is now ragged and uneven. My chest feels so impossibly tight as though someone had placed something heavy on it. It feels like it was crushing the air out of my lungs. I gasp, my fingernails biting into my arms as I try to steady myself.

‘It should have been us,’ Serena whimpers.

The sound of her pain rips right through me.

‘It should’ve,’ I whisper hoarsely. ‘But fate is cruel.’

The images keep coming no matter how hard I try to push them away. I didn’t want to be reminded of them. But they flash in my mind like some kind of film. One that won’t have an ending.

His arm around her waist. The pride in his posture, the way he looked…..happy. Hell, he was smiling at her like she was a diamond in his eyes. Like nothing about last night had mattered. Like I had never mattered. Like he didn’t send out his warriors to kill his true mate…..his best friend….me.

My nails scrape against my skin as my hands clench, a sob tearing out of me.

“Was this his plan all along?” I choke out to the empty room. It’s just me and the four walls. And my wolf Serena. But she was too ripped apart to even answer me. “Was I ever anything to him at all? Did he ever care?”

Serena curls tighter inside me, trembling with pain.

A sharp broken sound rips out of my chest and I press my forehead to my knees, sobbing into them. I can’t keep

• crying. I can’t keep feeling this pain. I can’t keep feeling pity for myself. I can’t continue to be this weak.

I can’t do this forever.

The thought stirs something inside me. And like a spark had just burst, I pull myself together and stand up. Even though on shaky legs, I stand up. And then my gaze drifts to the mirror across the room and I catch sight of

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myself. The sight should’ve broken me even more because I saw myself back there. Weak and timid. Not lovable

The girl staring back at me looks rather small. Fragile and breakable. My jaw tightens and I can see the muscle

tense as I do so.

“No,” I whisper out loud, staring into my red eyes as I stroll to the mirror. I can’t be weak anymore. I won’t cry for

him anymore.

“I won’t be this girl anymore,” I gritted out, staring into my saddened eyes. I hardened them, glaring into my very own soul. Well, what was left of it.

“I won’t be the weak one they pity. I won’t be the girl who gets discarded and forgotten,” I swallow hard, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. My nails sharpen and dig into the skin of my palm and draw blood but I don’t care. “I’m done being the weak one. I want to fight.”

Serena goes still in my mind at first then, she stirs. A low untamed approval that hums through my veins.

‘I agree. We will not be weak anymore,’ she says, her voice a lot steadier now.’ We fight to get stronger.’

My heart pounds, my eyes peering into my soul. Something stirs in there. Resilience. Strength.

“I want to train to become stronger,” I continue, my voice growing firmer with every word leaving my lips. “I want to learn to control you. To control us. I want to stand in that clearing one day and not be afraid of anyone. Not even an Alpha.”

A pause.

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