Love's Fierce, Patient Embrace
is coffee cup in the sink in the mornings. We didn't speak of the anniversary. We didn't speak of anything. The space between us had grown into a chasm, and I no longer had the
evening, the imp
he words swimming meaninglessly before my eyes. The scent of old paper
t. His expression was unreadable, as always. "The annua
in Veridia. It was a night of politics and power plays disguised with champagne and music. I had never been. In our first year,
of the sudden, wild hope blooming in my chest. *I
and business-like. "Several of the allied Alphas will be
of cold water, but they weren't enough to extinguish the tiny flame
allowing a small, tentati
gaze already dista
ep midnight blue silk that shimmered like a star-dusted sky. It felt wonderful against my skin, a whisper of a life I could have had.
I pulled out my grandmother's pendant. The moonstone glowed softly in the lamplight. I fastened the silver chain around my neck, the stone
devastatingly handsome in a black tuxedo, a perfect specimen
t a compliment, more a statement of fact, but I
e only sound. I sat stiffly in the plush leather seat, the scent of his expensive cologne filling the small space. I tried to make convers
This was a mistake. He's just us
was held when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and his entire demeanor
voice urgent. "What
on on the other end, but
with a tenderness and love he had never, not once, shown me. "
ove
he world tilted, sound fading to a dull roar in my ears. He loved her. He was abandoning our anniversary for her. He w
inst the wet asphalt. We were plunged into a sudden, violent stillness on t
ee me. His eyes were wild, focus
ded, the words an afte
t, the sound of tearing fabric and snapping bone a sickening counterpoint to the drumming rain. In his place stood a massiv
, completely, and
a cold, heavy blanket. The pain was so immense it was almost silent, a vast, empty void where my heart used to be. The
silk dress, plastering my hair to my scalp. I didn't care. I stumbled out onto the road, the asphalt rough and uneve
t like death. I just stood there, letting the storm
blindi
in the glare. A sleek, black vehicle, even more imposing than Mark's, screeched to a
him. He was impossibly tall, his frame exuding a raw, untamed power that made the air crackle. It was a
his piercing silver eyes-the color of a winter moon-locked onto mine. His face shif
ad tilting slightly, as if tasting the air, tasting my scent. A low, possessive growl rumbled deep in his chest, a so
ne, and he uttered a si
in