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    Alora POV


    Than has always been mine, and I his.


    It''s been that way from a young age, from when I first started to y with him, my parents bing good friends of his. I don''t remember the exact first memory but he has always been there, always been with


    me.


    He had every right to be jealous, every right to be possessive...I just couldn''t make the choice. I couldn''t be responsible for changing their lives.


    I can''t me him for reacting this way. His eyes are dark, the mes of the fire offering the only light to his face as he sits there under the dark night sky, his head under a hood. If I didn''t know him I would be afraid to be near him this night. He is ripping out every page of my diary, and throwing it into the small fire before him.


    I''m standing in the back garden of the alpha house, a nket draped around my shoulders on this chilly night.


    Was it chilly, was Iing down with something...or was it the act that was being carried out in front of me. It was an act of coldness, or bitterness.


    Every now and again he stops to read a page before grimacing and tearing the pages against the diary''s spine.


    Is this the therapy he needs, is that why this diary was kept....to serve him a purpose. If I didn''t make it, so that he might remember me differently. Even grown to hate me.


    My heart breaks at the man before me, broken again...memoriesing back to him.


    He''s barely spoken to me over the past few days. He''s thrown himself into pack business, having secret meetings with Medea. Yet every time I walk in and try to interact, they change the subject. Or should I say Medea does.


    She''s remaining warm towards me, and I know Than will return to me... he just needs time.


    He needs to go through the emotions.


    Something else was troubling him, something to do with this Kaia girl that looks like me. With everything that has happened I''ve not been able to broach the subject of her with him.


    His temper was heightened as it was.


    I could often hear him kicking off in the closed office of his to his mother. Their secret chats carrying on for hours.


    He was frustrated about something, whatever Kaia had taken was causing him distress still.


    It''s like how it was, Than arguing with his Mother and Father in the office, Hector arguing back. Punches thrown, wolves trying to get out to im me first.


    Even at 16 I knew I wasn''t a piece of meat to be imed first. I knew I bged to Than.


    But we couldn''t be certain, it was before his 18th birthday, we couldn''t deny the older male feg the mate connection first.


    Looking back now, all we needed to do was be patient. I can see that now. The actions of a young girl unable to decide what was for the best, a 16 year old girl feg torn. Torn between 2 loves.


    "I don''t want to discuss this again. I''m annoyed you kept the diary, annoyed you kept the photograph. But you were young, and clearly not of sane mind."


    He tosses thest few pages of the diary into the fire, watching them turn to ash.


    He thenpletes his deed by burning the diary cover on the fire with his lips curling up in the corner.


    Once the tangible memory is destroyed he stamps the fire out with his feet, his body standing up and stretching up to the sky. His back uncurling from its crouched down position. "Shall we go to bed?" He walks towards me, his prowl every inch of a predatory alpha male. I nod my head, a small smile forming on my lips.


    Yes I want to put this all behind us, behind me.


    I don''t want Than to be jealous still of something that happened so long ago.


    I want so much to put it behind us, to move on. To be his Luna, his wife and the mother to his children.


    "Come..." He ces his hand out to me to take, which I do.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    "Than..." I just need him to know, that it is him that I would have chosen.


    "Hush...you see..." His thumb grips at my chin as he lifts my face up towards him. His lips crash into mine, in a bruising possessive kiss that leaves me forgetting to breathe. He pulls his lips away from mine, the pad of his thumb moving gently across my lips even entering my mouth to touch my tongue.


    When satisfied he ces his thumb into his own mouth, tasting my saliva...my kiss from his thumb.


    ...you see Alora my love, I always get my own way."


    Ebony Woods Author