In the Alpha’s Arms

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Lita finished her drink in one swallow, Fuck it, she needed to rip off the band aid sunner or later, “I was in the car.”

“What car?”

*THEE cat….

James‘ car… that night… when he died.” It was like all the s heartbeat. All she could hear was blood rushing to her head.

sounds around her went out the window, giving way to that pulsing heat of her

Are hid his surprise well but the pity was harder to mask. He hugged her and didn’t say a thing. Then they just stood there, watching the city move below them as the weight of her words kind of floated in the air around them.

Thanks,” she whispered as the noise around them slowly filtered back into her, “I didn’t realize how much I needed to just say it.” He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She wasn’t crying. The grief hadn’t come back to swallow her whole. She just existed. A girl who’d watched her brother die and lived. The memories didn’t have to kill her. But what about the guilt?

“It was my fault,” she blurted.

ruin whatever fun they were having. She hadn’t meant to take her baggage wherever she went but there it was, the crux of her: her fucking

he should have been. But I didn’t see any of the signs for what they were, didn’t listen to any of the red flags.” Lita rubbed at her arm, grabbing his drink and downing that one too, “Anyway when James came back in town to visit, be heard about the bruise I was hiding on

Ace flinch, beside her, instinctually wrapping an arm around her waist

the car come over the divider until it was too late. And if he hadn’t been trying to do right by me, he wouldn’t be dead, you know. It’s my fault. I’m the reason

finally spoke, turning her back to

he didn’t really have to. The force of his words said it all. Lita understood him perfectly, shaking her head as she

back up, I can tell what you’re thinking. Nothing’s ruined. It’s okay to be a

was having fun before, you

have more fun,” Ace set their drinks down

he called out to the wandering bartender. He made a motion to the tableman and the dice ended up in his hand, “Lita, blow on these for good luck okay? She rolled her eyes, laughing a little as she

the tableman yelled as

dimples on full

across the room, leaving nothing to the Imagination on the dance floor. They waved and sent her thumbs up. She absent–mindedly thumbed her phone, wondering when

wasn’t Cole. She stared at the message icon from Brian as