Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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VANESSA

I’m a summer girl. While I appreciate tha we get the full range of seasons here in Colorado, summer is my absolute favorite; long days filled with soaking up the heat of the sun, deepening my tan, and spending as much time outdoors as possible.

Not even my favorite season can lift me out of this funk, though. Summer is at its peak, and I haven’t set foot outside of the packhouse in days. I’ve been avoiding the outside world, drowning myself in my own sorrow and Vienna’s experimental cocktails, always delivered with a kind word and a smile.

You’d think she’d be a decent mixologist since she worked at the lodge bar for months. She’s not. She dumps grenadine into everything she makes for me since she knows I like cherries, but completely fails to consider how the flavor will blend with the other ingredients. Gin and grenadine?

Absolutely foul. Tequila and grenadine?

Even worse. I don’t have the heart to tell her though, so I’ve either choked them down of secretly dumped them out in the bathroom sink. I know she’s trying to be there for me, trying to distract me from my heartache, and I appreciate her efforts, however misguided.

I know I can’t hole up in here forever. At the very least, I should go for a walk or something. It’s a beautiful day, and spending time outside in the fresh air is bound to lift my spirits. With that in mind, I force myself to shower and get dressed, throwing on a white cotton sundress that may just be the most comfortable thing I own. It’s t-shirt material, so damn soft that

I want to live in it. I don’t bother with makeup or doing my hair. It can air-dry in the sun. All I grab on my way out of my room is a pair of sandals, slipping them on my feet before stepping into the hallway.

I can hear Chase and Vee chatting in low voices somewhere past the end of the hall, and I strain my ears to try to discern whether anyone else is with them. The last thing I want to do is walk out there just to run into one of the guys I’m currently avoiding- though Vee has been pretty strict on enforcing my request for space, turning away any unwelcome visitors. She’s just as pissed about the bet as I am, if not more.

I emerge from the hallway to see Chase and Vienna lounging on the sectional, him sitting upright and her lying sideways with her legs thrown over his lap. They’re embroiled in their own hushed conversation, so they don’t notice me right away; not until I step further into the living room and clear my throat.

“I’m going for a walk,” I announce.

Vee’s brows lift in surprise. She props herself up on an elbow, giving me a concerned once-over. “Want me to come with you?”

I shake my head. I appreciate the offer, but I need to be alone right now, and I know I’m not good company.

“You sure?” Vee challenges.

“I’m good,” I say, forcing a reassuring smile. “I just need to get out of here for a bit, clear my head. Get some fresh air.”

She nods, seemingly satisfied, and flops back down, her hair fanning the couch. cushion. Chase gives me a nod as well, offering his silent support. He’s caught in a tough place right now, considering I’m his mate’s best friend and the two guys responsible for my current state are his own best friends, but he hasn’t picked sides or made me feel awkward about it. There was a time when I wasn’t his biggest fan, but he’s been there for me over the past few months in his own way. Plus, he treats my bestie like a queen, so the guy’s solid in my book.

I exit the packhouse through the sliding glass door in the back, heading straight for the treeline at the rear of the property. The forest is a lush green, brimming with life, and I set out on a familiar path with no real destination in mind. It feels good just to be out here. The change in scenery improves my mood almost instantly, and the peaceful tranquility of the forest is like a balm to my battered heart. The deeper I wander, the more relaxed and serene I feel. It almost makes me forget my burdens.

Almost. I may be able to push it aside for a few minutes, but the gut-wrenching reality of the truth is always simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to rear its ugly head and remind me why my heart is in tatters. I honestly thought I was numb to pain at this point after going through so much after Cal left, but when that bet came to light, something in me just snapped. What was left of my misplaced hope was shattered.

edge of the territory comes into view. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, but I guess it figures that I’d wind up here. I came here a lot after the night

up; that he’d somehow return from the mission just in time to explain his absence, seal the bond, and make everything right again. That hope was ripped from my body

place where I experienced the best night of my life. It’s also where I experienced the worst. Subconsciously, I must be a masochist, because now I’m here again, my feet

my memories assault me. Of the bond snapping into place, of me running into Callum’s arms. Him kissing me and carrying me inside. I swear I can still smell him- leather and smoke, juniper and spice. Heady and masculine and completely intoxicating. This is where he told me he loved me for the first time. The

step up to it and push it open,

after I pinch myself, he’s still right there. Sitting in the chair at the small table, hunched over with his pencil scratching against a page. It’s a familiar position, one that I’ve seen him

in the zone, because he doesn’t notice me for a long moment. I don’t move, don’t breathe. I just watch him,

shoulder. Our eyes meet, his rounding in surprise. A bright mix of blue

voice is raspy, the deep timbre of it scratching open a wound deep inside my chest. He flips his sketchbook closed and rises from

but my feet refuse to move. I’m frozen in my indecision, staring at Callum

over the threshold of the

“Don’t go.”

to him a million times if I’d been given the chance. Instead,

leave me?

face, heaving an agonized sigh. “Fuck, babe,

can’t trust it. I thought I knew him, but the Cal I knew wouldn’t have abandoned

keep my voice even. “I wanted to talk to you after that night. You didn’t give me the chance, didn’t answer my calls. So why should I talk to you now? Why should I give you a

shoulders sagging dejectedly. “I fucked up,” he rasps. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I fucked it all

Fighting to find the words to respond. My hands tremble, my voice wavering. “Was any of it real?” I ask, forcing back the tears

disheveled hair. Then he returns his gaze to mine, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he brings his hands together in front of

admission, I lose the battle in holding my tears back. I feel one slip from my eye, sliding down my

strides, reaching out to cup my face in his hands. I don’t step back or brush them off. Instead, I melt into his touch, allowing him to thumb my

voice trails off and his throat works with a hard swallow. “I honestly thought it was the only

pounding of his pulse. I haven’t allowed anyone this close since he left. Haven’t let anyone touch me like this. Every touch felt wrong, but despite our history, despite what

and lift his hands off my face. I can’t think straight while his hands are on me. I let go and they fall limply to his sides as he heaves a defeated

right thing,” Cal mumbles. “I

that what you did?” I scoff, unable to keep the bite of accusation from my tone.

me again,

me why,

his head, his gaze shuttering. “I… can’t.”

is. The nail in the coffin that

with one another, sadness and anger and pain and devastation. Anger wins out, digging its claws into me and pushing its way to the surface. “You didn’t give me a chance. Didn’t give me a choice,” I spit. “And now you can’t even give me a real explanation.” My eyes blur with tears, obscuring my vision. “I never should’ve trusted you. Never