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Understanding fills her features.
“They’re not going to give up on you, Lulu. I can tell you that right now. I think the only thing that will drag them away fromyou is if they’re in handcuffs in the back of a cop car. Even then, I know they will do whatever it takes to get back to you.”
A sob bubbles out, and I bite my lip to keep myself from falling apart at this moment.
I want to tell her I’m not worth it, that they don’t know me well enough to feel that way about me.
But I know in my heart that's just how our world works. Hard and fast. From zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye.
“I hope they do,” I whisper. Because I never knew just how much I needed someone to fight for me than I do right now.
She gives me a nod and asks me if I need a ride home, but I shake my head. I do ask to use her phone again to call Rick, though.
I can tell Rick has a ton of questions when he picks me up, but he doesn’t ask them, seeming to sense now isn’t the time.
The only thing he asks as we pull away from the Steel Devil’s compound is, “Are you okay?”
I look over at him with a sad smile. “Physically? Yes.” Tears fill my eyes as I look back out the window. “My heart? That I’m not too sure about.”
It’s been a few days, and I feel like shit. I haven’t felt this depressed in years. Sure, there were always sad moments, but since coming to Calling Wood, I’ve had so many people in my corner that it never lasted for long.
After getting back to my place, I called Maya and sobbed like a little bitch on the phone to her, spilling everything that's happened since leaving her house a few days ago.
When I was done, I asked her what I should do, and she surprised me by telling me to give them a chance. That she’s never seen me care so much about anyone like this before, and that she thinks they could be the ones for me.
And I know my heart believes that too.
So why haven’t they called? The way Dakota made it seem made me think they would be busting down my door to get to me.
Yet, I haven't gotten so much as a text.
Was Dakota mad at me and just didn’t give them my number?
Or were they so hurt by the fact I wasn’t there after sharing something so intimate together that they decided they were done with me?
Every last possibility has been consuming my mind. I’m drained, going through my days feeling like a zombie.
Today, I try to do better by showering, putting on a cute sundress, and adding a little bit of makeup to my face. I keep my hair down, letting my curls out to play from the pony-tail prison I’ve kept them in these last couple of days.
I’m hoping it convinces me that everything will be okay, but I feel like by the end of the day, I’ll be at the compound doorstep begging to see them.
All I know is that I need them. I just want them to wrap their arms around me, hold me close so I can breathe in their comforting scents that feel like home and safety.
Even though I know I’m not going to be able to concentrate on anything we learn about in my business class, I go anyway, hoping that’s not the case.
The room is filled like always, with people chatting with each other before class begins.
I’m heading up the stairs towards where I normally sit when I have to blink, not sure if my mind is playing tricks on me.
“What?” I whisper to myself as I continue to stare dumbly at the two men sitting in the back row.
They stand out, all big and covered with tattoos.
My stomach flips as a whine threatens to spill free. Those damn tears I thought I was all out of, sting the back of my eyes.
It’s them. My Alphas. The two men who stormed into my life and changed everything.
“Miss Carter, take your seat, please. Class has started.”
