His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 30

His face crumpled a little, but I didn't care. He needed to leave, to stop standing in my

yard like some wounded puppy.

"If you don't leave," I

rising, "

"I warned, my voice

"I'll call I the police again."

Nathan winced at

at that, but sun

didn't

move. .He just stood I there, blood still trickling from the cuts on his arms, his clothes torn from the earlier fight with the rogue wolves. Stubborn fool. The man had always been stubborn, but now it wasn't something I admired-it just made me tired. ured.

I turned on my heel and shut the door,

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revving as he left. He really wasn't going anywhere.

Let him stand out there, I thought bitterly.

He made his choices; he can deal with the consequences.

But as the night dragged on, I couldn't help

but check the window. I saw him out

side of the house, still clutching his

bathed his

pale he looked. He

to bandage the cuts.

strange mixture of anger and

The anger won out. He didn't deserve my sympathy. Not after

was

and the yard was silent. When I finally glanced outside again, Nathan was slumped

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bit my lip, torn between letting him suffer and helping him. But I wasn't a monster. Not like him. Grabbing my phone, I dialed a familiar number. It rang twice before a

yard, passed out. Bleeding. I don't care what you do, just get him off my property." There was

I snapped. "Who

I be talking about?"

there in ten," he replied, and I hung up without another

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as Nathan's beta

unconscious body

and into the

him go. I just felt..... tired. Exhausted

stop coming back. It didn't matter how many times I threw him out-he'd keep finding ways to worm back into my life. But I was done. Really done this time. The next morning, I gathered all the materials I'd collected over the past few months-emails, text messages, witness statements-and handed them to my lawyer. It was time

ready. I wasn't going to let her win this time. She'd ruined too much, hurt too many people. She

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was fined a hefty amount, but more than the money, she had to record a public apology. That

the video the

face, once flawless and 'full

Herp

in

she valued above all else

with the marks of