A Gamma's Revenge by Ylyanah

Chapter 213

Daniel’s POV

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I never figured that my actions would cause her pain, but I hurt my Mate in a way I never thought was possible. I keep running, giving control to Stan, my Lyon.

He warned me that my decision would bite me in the ass, but I had thought that I was doing this for Lucy. Giving my Mate the chance to enjoy her freedom, but instead I broke her heart.

I ignore the persistent pressing in my head, I don’t want to talk to anyone. Stan howls as my thoughts go back to Lucy’s face, she looked so hurt and fragile as she spoke,

But for the life of me. I can’t recall what she said. All I was focused on were her eyes, those big brown orbs filled with pain, pain that I caused. I knew I had lost her and the realization of that sends bolts of pain through my body.

The next moment my entire world turns black.

Lucy’s POV

I hear voices shouting, but my brain is not able to process what is being said. I feel that a pair of arms lift

me up.

but I am to numb to care.

out the door and I fear that my brain and body can’t handle the pain and rejection I feel. Sasha, my Wolf, is whimpering and I can feel her withdrawing in to the back

fade, my lights go

Izzy’s POV

shout at Carlos and Donnie to follow him and to

back.

hear Lucy cry and as I walk towards her, to comfort her, I see her lose consciousness. Luckily my

under my breath. I am about to lose my patients when I feel two arms wrap around me

and turn my face towards his chest, inhale his scent to calm Evie down. It takes a

lets me know that they have picked up his scent and are in pursuit. I wonder what got in to him, for as long as I have known him,

is the oldest member of my Squad at a hundred and thirteen years old, he has been waiting so long to

Lucy’s POV

is annoying as hell and I want it

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head starts to clear a little, the events from earlier come rushing back and I want the blackness to claim me again. “Lucy, don’t give up.” I hear the whispered voice more clearly this time,

I focus even harder, trying to pick up on something. The unfamiliar

to focus on the voice, I want to know who it belongs too and to inform that person to shut the fuck up. Thinking that, I hear a faint voice in my head

had lost you.” I say to her and she tells me I almost did. I ask

and I feel something heavy on my chest. I try to remove it, but it only becomes tighter. I want to open my eyes, but for

its own and doesn’t want me to break away from the comfort–zone I’m in. After trying