“I feel a little bit like a failure,” he suddenly blurts out. “Like what my pack is

saying about me… that I’m a bad Alpha… might be true.”

My eyes widen. “Karl! Don’t—”

“Abby,” he says, tilting his head back to look up at the sky, “I came here—to this

city—for you. To win you back. No other reason. And I practically abandoned my

pack. I’ve been dealing with everything over the phone, over email.”

His words make my heart sink. I guess I knew that it was true, but hearing it out

loud like this kind of hurts, I’ll admit, and not in the way I would have thought.

I feel a little guilty—guilty for stringing him along like this, guilty for keeping him

here for so long, guilty for allowing him to shirk his responsibilities and lose

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approval as Alpha, all so I could keep him on a leash in case I ever decided to

get back together with him.

And what really sucks is that even now, even as he’s telling me this, I’m still not

I don’t know if I want to get

must hurt him more than I could

lost in our

fingers.

to his lips, remembering the feel of

will happen again. But the gravity

This isn’t the time for

to change the subject, at least a little bit, “we

the Alpha party?” The words come out softer

with a sense of loss

plan,” he confirms. “Unless you plan on

and joining me

a laugh, even as my heart clenches at the

and

lifting the corners of his

the famous chef

but the space between us

unspoken emotions. We both take

the liquid courage could make this

of how to frame the words that are clawing

of my throat, “even if I lose tomorrow, I’ll still be your date for the

If you want me to

meet mine, and for a moment, the

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