Chapter 89


    Abbie POV


    My mind was still reeling with the fact Gannon had driven all the way here. How I had missed him, but I


    knew it was wrong to have feelings for another when you had a mate, betrayal. The worst sort of betrayal


    to the moon goddess to refuse the gift she had bestowed on us by giving us our mates.


    Honestly, I never thought myself worthy of a mate, someone to love me unconditionally, until I met Kade.


    I missed him, and I wondered if it hurt him just as much as it did me when we were apart. For some


    reason though, as I unpacked the groceries Gannon had brought back and dropped on my doorstep.


    I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face as logo chewed on one of the strawberry clouds; he was


    always giving me candy at the castle. The fact he remembered these were my favorite had me smiling


    like an idiot before guilt sank in that I shouldn’t be thinking of Gannon, so I scolded myself for my


    reckless thoughts.


    It felt strange seeing the cupboards with food in them. Kade brought a couple of bags every few days but


    nothing like this. I was always rationing everything, and even then, it still wasn’t enough tost before he


    returned. It had been days since Ist saw him, and he never stayed long, only a few minutes before


    saying he had to get back to work. This ce was quiet, sometimes too quiet for my troubled mind, and it


    made me miss Ivy and rice more.


    Packing thest of the groceries away, I decided to go bring the washing in; I only had these pants and


    the shirt, plus the clothes I came here wearing. Which we’re currently on the clothesline, having to hand


    wash them every day in the sink was bing a real mission.


    But I didn’t want my clothes d***y if he returned, yet the heat and sun wore me out faster. Being confined


    out here, I found I spent most of my time sleeping. The hunger always eased when I wasn’t awake to


    endure it, the same with the bond. Its longing and yearning for my mate made the heart hurt less if


    asleep.


    Stepping outside, I shielded my eyes from the sun that was slowly going down behind the trees. I split


    some sticks to make my pegs. Not even pegs were provided, and only half the clothesline still had wires.


    I couldn’t wait to finally be able to go to the packhouse. Kade had told me all about it and told me how


    beautiful it was. I just needed to be patient, and soon I would be free to be with my mate and not be at


    threat of the pack war he was currently stuck in.


    Checking the clothes, the hems were still wet, so l flipped them on the clothesline and hung them up the


    other way. Another half an hour and they would surely be dry, and I could iron them for tomorrow.


    Walking back inside, I stop when I hear the sound of tires on gravel, and my heart leaps with excitement,


    hoping it is Kade. When I turned around, it was the mysterious ck Mustang parked at the end of the


    driveway again. I stare at it, wondering why they came here every day but never introduced themselves


    or got out.


    However, today was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She


    was gorgeous, with curly long blonde hair half pulled up, she had sunsses on covering her eyes, and


    she looked, high ss. Everything about her screamed money. She walked around to the front of the car,


    her knee-high ck boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on the hood. She had on a white cami


    and blue jeans. Her lips stained red from her lipstick.


    She sat on the hood, and I waved to her, wondering if she was a pack member and if I should say hello,


    but Kade told me not to talk to anyone out here, so l remained where I was. She never waved back, only


    red at me.


    With onest nce over my shoulder, I rushed inside, closed the door and locked it. Not that it would do


    much, the door’s hinges were loose, and the bottom of the door was waterlogged, making it challenging


    to shut and leaving a gap that the mozzies like to get in from of at night.


    I peer out the window at her, staying far enough back, hoping she couldn’t see me. She sat there for a


    while then eventually left, making me wonder why she stopped here every day. Once she was gone, I letN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    out a breath of relief. My afternoon was sort of like clockwork.


    I napped before bringing the clothes in, then hung them up along the window curtain on a coat hanger. I


    made my bed before grabbing theic book Gannon had brought me. The pictures telling a story


    about a cat with stripes. If only I could read the images may make more sense to me, but I was thankful


    nheless.


    Feeling peckish, I wandered into the kitchen. The sun was down now, and the day turned to night. The


    nights were longest, so cold and empty that’s usually also when the most pain came. That horrible,


    heartbreaking pain that restricted my chest. My anxiety always peaked around this time, waiting for it to


    arrive. Next time I speak with him, I will ask Kade to take me to the pack doctor. Something had to be


    wrong, or it wouldn’t be so frequent.