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,

leaving him outside. I pressed my back

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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

the side of the house, still clutching his bleeding arm.

bathed his

pale he looked.

to bandage the cuts.

mixture of anger and

won out. He

passed. It was

finally glanced outside again, Nathan was

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shot through me. Had he passed out? I 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

away," I said, my voice sharp. "He's in my yard, passed out. Bleeding. I don't care what you do, just

Nathan," I snapped. "Who

I be talking about?"

replied, and I hung up without

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watched as Nathan's beta

Nathan's unconscious body

and into

better watching him go. I just felt..... tired. Exhausted by

hand through my hair. Nathan wouldn't 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

slow, grueling process, but I was ready. I wasn't going to let

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to record a public apology. That must've been the real punishment for her, knowing she'd have to face the

the video the day it

face, once flawless and 'full of

Herp

in

above all else had been destroyed that fight. Her once-perfect

the marks