Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
In the end, Val had no choice but to not allow her to come to work. Not until everything had blown over. To make matters worse, Buster had gotten an infection from the bite, and he wasn’t doing so well.
So, four days after Wolfe had thrown his accusations at her, Amelia was curled around her dog, hugging him, feeling the tears well out of her eyes.
She flinched as someone banged on her door. It had been the same for the past couple of days.
Rascal was curled around her and Buster. They were doing everything they could to bring him back.
Amelia ran her hand through his fur. “Please, Buster, don’t go. Don’t leave me.” She pressed kisses to his fur.
Doctor Milton had been practical. He’d warned her that if Buster continued to worsen, she would have to make a choice. Amelia couldn’t make that choice. She loved these dogs so much. They were the only beings she had left who could stand her.
Like so many times before, the banging stopped.
“I’ve got you, Buster, I’ve got you. We don’t need them, nor the pack. We don’t need … Wolfe.”
She pressed a hand to her chest as she felt the pain of saying his name.
He’d broken her. There was no other word for it. She felt so fucking broken. Her heart was shattered. Her soul lay in tatters on the floor.
Amelia had assumed it was impossible to fall for someone like him. An MC man. He was never going to be her man. Wolfe had been using her to have a good time.
An easy fuck. She had certainly made it easy for him. There had been no work involved to get into her pants.
She sniffled.
“I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him.” She whimpered.
Even her wolf was in pain. They hadn’t mated. They hadn’t made any promises to each other. There was nothing.
Kissing Buster and rubbing Rascal’s head, she lay curled up on the floor. She had wrapped a blanket around them all.
There was no more banging.
She held Buster, her heart breaking. “Please … don’t leave. Please.”
She had taken her eyes off him for just a second, and something had bitten him. Not Rascal. Something else had.
Amelia held her dog tighter, praying he would live. Sobbing for him to live.
Life wasn’t fucking fair. None of this was fair.
She held him, thinking about everything that had not been fair to her.
Her parents had always complained about her. Telling her constantly that she was weird and not normal. The pack treating her like a freaking leper. Wolfe, now that one hurt even more.
He believed she was a liar.
Her? A liar? That one was just too much for her to bear.
She was not a liar. Would never be a liar. She had never found a reason to lie in her life. She couldn’t even do it growing up. Lying wasn’t something she was capable of doing.
Amelia didn’t know when she fell asleep, but time had passed because when she next woke up, Amelia was alone, and the sun was streaming in through her window.
She jerked up, panicked, and then she looked in wonder as she saw Buster licking at his paw.
“Buster!” She crawled toward him and saw his tail wagging from side to side. “Oh, my, you precious boy.” She pressed kisses against his head, rubbing her face in his fur. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I don’t think I can handle it.”
Tears fell from her eyes. She was so happy. Her dog was alive.
He’d made it. Amelia didn’t think it was possible, but he had.
She kissed his fur again, and getting to her feet, she rushed to the cupboard and pulled out some of her dog food. After making both Buster and Rascal some food, she moved back toward them and sat down, presenting them both with a bowl.
Rascal nuzzled his food, eating it the best way he could, as Buster did the same, but he chewed his food.
“You’re both good boys. Good dogs. Good boys.”
But whatever had been out there was still out there.
Amelia went to her phone after giving both dogs a rub. She dialed Val’s number. She had never called him, not once.
“Amelia, are you okay?”
“Yeah, er, I have some errands to run. I don’t suppose you could come over and watch Buster and Rascal for me?”
“You want me to dog sit?” he asked.
“Yes, just Buster and Rascal. I … I would usually leave them alone, you know, but I … don’t want to.”
“I get it. I’ll be right over.”
She thanked him and hung up, staring at her dogs.
Looking down at her sweatpants and top, she wondered if she should shower, or change. Where she was going, it didn’t matter how badly she stunk.
Buster was safe and well. He was out of the woods.
Val didn’t take long to get to her house. Less than twenty minutes.