𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✓

•|50|• ┈┈➤ PART- 1

"It wasn't enough?" I completed that sentence for her. She didn't said anything and cried more. I sighed scooting closer and rub her back. She shouldn't be crying in her condition. It's not good for her and her child.

After she calmed down I made her look at me. "We can't change what happened but we can try to move forward, hm?"

"Did you really forgive me?"

I nod, clenching and unclenching my fist absently. Today, I'm in forgiving mode.

"I can't keep holding onto whatever happened between us. I have moved on from that a very long time and I just wanted to tell you that you should to. You have two responsibilities on you." I say and my eyes shifted to her protrude belly.

"Thank you." She mumbled quietly. I stood up and glanced at my watch.

"Come here," I said spreading my arms a little. She smiled and hugged me slightly.

"Why does it feels like a goodbye?" She said.

"Because it is. Temporarily." I said honestly and she immediately pulled away.

"You're leaving?" She asked frowning.

I nodded. "In few days I'm leaving for Spain. I'm not sure when I'll be back.

Her eyes widened. "What about my sister?" She practically screamed causing people near us to look at us.

"Jeez, woman. Can you lower your voice? They might think I'm harassing you." I released a frustrated groan.

"Are you really leaving without my sister?"

I sighed. "How can I leave without her? I can't fucking breath properly when she's not near. I'm not leaving her. She'll go with me."

She heaved a sigh of relief. "Good because I was about to kick your ass if you weren't." She said in a threatening tone.

I chuckled. "Rest assure your sister is stuck with me for the rest of our remaining lives and even if we die I'll find my way back to her in afterlife."

~

I drove to my next destination since I have one more person I need to pay a visit. I glanced at my watch and it's five in the evening. I wondered what my little wolf might be doing. Is she missing me? Because I do like hell.

I don't know how to tell her that I feel like I can’t breathe when I’m not around her, that every waking thought is consumed by her and the way she makes me feel, that every touch and kiss tips my world off its axis, and I want it over and over again.

Bella is a drug I can’t get enough of—and I’ve given up trying to resist it. I want her kiss, I want her touch, I want all of her. I love— fuck fuck fuck!!

I slammed my fist hard on the steering wheel as the realization hit me like a wave. My wounds reopened and my hand started to bleed again.

It's that. It's definitely that.

Fuck—I love her.

I shouldn't.  I shouldn't

I shouldn't

I keep on hitting my hand on the steering wheel until a knock on the car window interrupted my violence. I took deep breaths before sliding down the window.

A man in uniform leaned a little giving me a curt nod. "Mr Raisinghani, it's ready."

I nodded at the officer and stepped outside as cold breeze hit my rough skin. I fixed the bandage around my knuckles and walked inside the old building. Few guards nodded at me in acknowledgement as I made my way inside.