Chapter 269
Chapter 269
FAYE
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The drive home was quiet in a way that felt deliberate, like the silence had weight and intention. I stared out the window, watching familiar streets blur past, feeling disconnected from all of it.
Alexander didn’t push. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t try to fill the space with reassurance or apologies or explanations. For once, he seemed to understand that words would only make it worse–that silence was the only thing I could tolerate.
My hands rested in my lap, fingers loosely intertwined, though I hadn’t realized I’d done it. They felt empty. Everything felt empty.
When we pulled into the pack grounds, the lights were on. People were still awake. Of course they were. News traveled fast here. I could already feel the attention before I saw it–the glances, the careful expressions, the concern they were trying too hard to hide.
I stepped out of the car and didn’t slow down.
Someone said my name. Someone else took a step forward. I ignored them all and walked straight through the hallways, my feet carrying me forward without conscious thought. I didn’t want sympathy. I didn’t want questions. I didn’t want to see the relief on anyone’s face that I was alive.
Alive felt like an accusation.
I heard Alexander behind me–not talking to me, not trying to guide me. Just following. Careful… unsure. The way someone follows something fragile, afraid it might shatter if touched too roughly. When I reached our chambers, I pushed the door open and walked inside. The familiar space felt wrong–too warm, too intimate, too full of memories that didn’t belong to me anymore. I stood there for a moment, staring at nothing, before Alexander quietly shut the door behind us.
I could feel him hesitate. I didn’t need to turn around to know it. He didn’t know how to approach me. He didn’t know which version of me he was going to get–the angry one, the broken one, or the one that would pretend everything was fine until it wasn’t.
He took a step closer. “Hey.”
I laughed, sharp and humorless, before I could stop myself. “Why are you doing that?”
He paused. “Doing what?”
“Being… like this,” I snapped, finally turning to face him. “Careful. Soft. Like you suddenly care so
much.”
His expression flickered, confusion and concern crossing his face. “Faye-”
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“Why did you even come for me?” The words spilled out faster now, fueled by everything I’d been holding back. “I didn’t ask you to. I could have found my way back somehow.”
He stared at me like I’d said something absurd. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t have to pretend,” I shot back. “Not now. Not after everything.”
His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed measured. “This isn’t about all that. Not right now. I just want to make sure you’re okay. And the baby.”
The word hit me like a blow.
I laughed again, but this time it broke halfway through. “Of course you do.”
He took another step closer. “Faye, please. Let me call Dr. Adams. Just to check on you. Just to be
sure-”
And that was it. Something inside me snapped clean in two.
“There is no baby,” I said.
The room went utterly still.
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling at my sides. I lost it. The child is gone. I lost our child.”
The words tasted bitter in my mouth.
“It’s my fault,” I rushed on, because stopping meant breaking. “I was angry. I wasn’t paying attention. I drove recklessly and I–this is what happens. So now tell me, Alexander. Now that there’s nothing tying us together, do you still care about me being taken care of by Dr. Adams?”
He froze.
I saw it–the shock in his eyes, the way his face went blank, like something vital had just been knocked out of him. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. No words came.
Of course.
I nodded bitterly. “Right. Nothing to say.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
My vision blurred. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I demanded. “Tell me how careless I was. How much of a disappointment I am. Or maybe this is the part where you finally admit you chose the wrong mate.”
I took a step closer and hit his chest with the flat of my hand. “Say it.”
Nothing.
I hit him again, harder this time. “Don’t just stand there.”
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The third time, he caught my wrists.
I gasped, but before I could pull away, he drew me into him, wrapping his arms around me with unyielding strength. I struggled at first, anger and grief crashing together, pushing at his chest, demanding he let me go.
“Let go,” I choked. “Let me go.”
He didn’t.
Everything in me finally gave out. The fight drained away all at once, leaving only exhaustion and pain and a grief so deep it felt endless. My knees weakened, and I sagged against him, my face pressed into his chest as sobs tore out of me.
I cried for the child we both lost.
For the future that disappeared overnight.
For the fear that I had lost Alexander too.
His arms tightened around me, steady, as if he were anchoring both of us in place.
ALEXANDER
The words the child is gone echoed in my head, over and over, long after she said them.
I didn’t react because I couldn’t–not without breaking apart in front of her. The shock hit first, sharp and disorienting, followed by a hollow ache that spread through me in waves. Everything I had imagined, everything I had planned, vanished in an instant.
But none of that mattered more than her.
I saw it then–really saw it. The fear behind her anger. The way she was already punishing herself, already bracing for rejection, for judgment, for abandonment. She wasn’t lashing out because she didn’t care. She was lashing out because she thought she’d lost everything.
When she hit me, I let her. When she demanded I say something cruel, I swallowed the words rising in my throat and stayed silent, because saying the wrong thing would destroy her.
When I caught her wrists and pulled her into my arms, it wasn’t about restraint. It was about holding her together when she no longer could.
I just held her as she cried, forcing myself to stay steady, to be strong enough for both of us. My own grief could wait. Her pain couldn’t.
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