I took a deep breath as my mind kept on wandering back to him. It was going to be a long night.
And a hard road ahead of me. But I was going to come out stronger on the other side. Because I had done it once, and I could do it again.
But the question that echoed in my head was this:
If I could get over him so easily why did I want him so much? Why was there a part of me that craved him like nothing before? And what would I have to do to get over him?
I had a few months to find the answer to that, before he found his mate and moved on to her. And for now all I could do was hope that I found the answer before then. Because if I didn’t it would be too late.
I walked into my house and then went to my room, the thoughts of him haunting me as I tried to move on from him. And my only thought was this: What the hell was I going to do? Because I felt like I had fallen for Brandon Jameson, and he had already left me. And how the hell did that happen?
What had he done to me? How had he managed to capture my heart when I knew that we could never work together? I had no idea, but what I did know was that my whole body craved him even as my heart told me to stay away from him.
I wanted to ask him questions, but there was a part of me that was scared of what I might hear. What if he told me that he wasn’t interested in me? What if he said that he didn’t want me anymore?
What if he said that all he wanted was to fuck me and nothing else? What if he wasn’t interested in my heart at all?
I didn’t know what he would say, but the thoughts made me shiver. Because they felt true. He had only ever looked at me like I was a challenge he needed to conquer. Like I was something that he wanted for one night and then he could move on from.
He had never once looked at me like I meant more than that. Like he was going to care for me and protect me and never let me go.
So why was my heart telling me that he did? Why was it telling me that if I gave him a chance then we could be something?
Because my heart didn’t know better. Because it was foolish and stupid and had been broken once. And that was why it was clinging to him now, because it hoped that this time things would be different. That this time he would choose to love me.
And what a foolish hope that was. Because he was never going to love me, even if I fell for him. So the question was this: What was I going to do?
Because I couldn’t spend the rest of my life loving a man who didn’t love me back. It wasn’t fair to me, and it wasn’t right.
So the only thing to do was to move on. To get over him and find a man who wanted me for what I was. Not because he had been challenged by me. Not because I was some prize that he had to win.
I needed a man who loved me, and wanted me for who I was. Not because of who my brother was, or because I had been a challenge to him.
But it was easier said than done. Because right now Brandon was the only man that I wanted. And he had walked out of my life before he had even come into it.
Maybe things would get easier once he found his mate. Maybe then he would leave me alone and move on with his life. Maybe then I would forget about him and move on.
Or maybe not.
It was too soon to tell, and right now all I could do was lie down on my bed and hope that the answers I needed were somewhere in the stars. Because that was the only way for me to know what the future held for us.
And all I could do was hold on to hope.
But even hope felt lost to me right now. Because for all intents and purposes it felt like Brandon had already broken my heart, when I didn’t even know if he had one to give in the first place.
All I knew was that right now my heart hurt, and I wanted him back. I wanted him to make things right, and to come to me and tell me that he wanted me for more than just one night. That he wanted more than that from me.
But he wasn’t here, and he wasn’t coming back. So all I could do was roll over and close my eyes. And then I started to cry.
It felt like forever before my tears dried up, my heart heavy as I wondered if I would ever get over Brandon Jameson. He had broken my heart without even trying, and now he was going to spend the rest of his life with a woman he had never even met. It wasn’t fair, but that was the way things were.
And there was nothing I could do to change that. So maybe it would be better if I just moved on. If I tried to forget about Brandon and the way he made me feel. If I focused on myself and the life that I had built for myself. If I got back to being normal instead of focusing on what he had said or done to me.
Brandon’s hand was in mine, his grip firm as he walked me through the front doors of our house. It was like every other day in the last few weeks, except today the whole pack was going crazy. Our living room was bustling with activity, people decorating and arranging everything.
The 25th birthday of the future alpha was a special one. It wasn’t just a birthday celebration. No, this birthday had a very different meaning to it. A very important meaning to all the members of our pack.
Every member of the Moonlight pack had their own mate, chosen by the Gods themselves. There was a certain time for the mates to meet, and for the alpha’s family, that time was on the 25th birthday.