Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Eric’s POV

The drive back was torture.

I had my hands on the steering wheel, my eyes were on the road, but my mind wasn’t here.

All I could see was the wide pool of dark dried blood. The rogues, mangled and torn. Her scent.

It played over and over again like a cursed video that I couldn’t shut off.

I gripped the wheel tighter until my knuckles went white.

Iris.

Had she crawled away to safety? Or was she truly gone?

The thought made my throat close up.

I tried to shove it away, but Evie’s face flashed through my mind next.

Her small, cold body lying in that casket.

I blinked rapidly, clenching my jaw so hard it hurt.

I had failed her, and now…

I had failed Iris too.

Another image flashed through my mind.

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It was the last time I saw both of them. That night as Iris screamed after me as I drove away. She had begged me to stop, and help our dying daughter. I hadn’t even glanced back.

A growl escaped my throat, and I slammed the brake.

The tires screeched as the car came to a stop in the middle of the road. My head dropped to the steering wheel. My shoulders trembled as I released a scream.

It wasn’t a roar of anger, or frustration. It was pain.

“Iris…” I whispered, chest heaving. “Iris, I’m sorry.”

I sat there for several minutes before I finally lifted my head and wiped my face with the back of my hand.

I couldn’t go back to Zara and Tiffany. I didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with either of them.

My hands moved on their own as I shifted gears and took a different turn

As I parked outside the house, I released a deep sigh of frustration.

It felt so empty now.

Evie used to run down that porch barefoot, laughing and chasing fireflies.

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I had watched her once. I remember smiling, my heart melting, until Iris walked out, and I turned cold again.

I stepped out of the car.

I walked toward the door, and picked the key. My fingers hesitated on the door handle. For a moment, I considered turning back.

I didn’t deserve to walk into this place, but I opened the door anyway.

The air was dusty and stale, and cobwebs hung around.

My eyes scanned the living room. The couch where Evie used to nap. I took a shaky step inside.

I walked further in, barely breathing.

I swallowed hard and moved toward the hallway.

My steps slowed in front of what used to be Evie’s room.

I reached for the door, but my hand shook too much to open it.

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