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.

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

fade, my lights go

Izzy’s POV

ran, I shout at Carlos and Donnie

back.

her, I see her lose consciousness. Luckily my Dad already held her in

that Daniel is blocking her and I curse under my breath. I am about to lose my patients when I feel two arms

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

are in pursuit. I wonder what got in to him, for as long as

waiting so long to find her and then he goes around and screws up royally. I just

Lucy’s POV

a voice softly whispering, but I can’t make out the words. It is annoying as hell and I want it to stop,

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the blackness to claim me again. “Lucy, don’t give up.” I hear the

nothing there. I focus even harder, trying to pick up on something. The unfamiliar whispering voice keeps talking to me, keeps telling me

I want to know who it belongs too and to inform that person to shut the fuck up.

say to her and she tells me I almost did. I ask her how it is possible

feel something heavy on my chest. I try to remove it, but it only becomes

body has a mind of its own and doesn’t want me to break away from the comfort–zone I’m in. After trying a few more times, I finally give in and sink back in