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    KAIDEN STIRLING


    I walked into the pack house. As soon as I walked in, all the adrenaline and energy that had been


    coursing through my veins evaporated and I was weighed down by the magnitude of exhaustion my


    body had been enduring. I made it to the Alpha’s quarters by some magic. I headed straight for my


    room. As soon as I shut the door, I took off the jacket, tossing my phone and the keys to the bed. I


    headed to the bathroom, taking off my clothes on the way.


    I set the temperature of the water I wanted. I stared I’m the mirror as I waited for the water to heat


    up.


    I groaned and ran my hand down my face as I looked at myself in the mirror. There were a lot of


    things wrong with me; with the man in my reflection. I could see the pain in his eyes, the


    exhaustion in his posture, the torture that was underneath his skin, damaging him beyond repair.


    I couldn’tin. I couldn’t cry. I had done this to myself; he had done it to himself.


    I stepped into the shower cubicle, turning on the water. It was scalding. Just like I liked it. It helped


    to soothe my strained and tired muscles. I was exhausted. Goddess, I was tired. I felt myself melt


    into a puddle, and before I knew it, I was on my knees.


    I wanted to cry. I needed something to relieve the effect of the


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    agony I was going through. I needed to breathe. I needed air around me.


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    It was like there was nothing. No air, no one, no light, no future. I was in the dark. The ce I had


    put myself. “F**k,” I muttered under my breath, feeling the air get stuck in my lungs. Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    I started to**b, surprising myself. This was not the usual. I could not get my cries out. No tears, no


    air. Just pain. F**k.


    “F***,” I choked. Freda. I felt like the worst piece of s** for depending on someone I hadpletely


    shattered, but her voice was the one thing I wanted to hear. She was the only one who could save


    me from this pit of self-hatred, self-pity, and hell I had dug for myself.


    I wanted to scream, but I feared that the ss around me would shatter and hurt me. Kill me even. I


    had promised Freda. I could not die. I was going to keep her alive. I had made enough bad choices


    and she had suffered for them. I was not going to hurt her more.


    I gathered myself to my feet, shutting off the water, and then headed out of the shower cubicle,


    covered in steam.


    I toweled myself dry and as I pulled on a shirt, my body reminded me of how hungry I was. I pulled


    on a pair of grey sweatpants and headed towards the door, holding a towel to my hair. It was


    dripping wet and I did not want water dripping everywhere. I took my phone.from the bedside table


    as I headed out of the room, just in case Freda or Lyra wanted to reach out to me.


    I suddenly remembered that I lived in this ce with Safiya. I let out a sigh, running my free hand


    down, hoping and praying that


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    she was not there. I hoped that by some magic she had decided to leave this ce so that I would


    have some peace for myself.


    That was too much to hope for, apparently. Because as I walked into the kitchen, I found Safiya


    sitting on a barstool in front of the ind. I let out a sigh, not sure if I could deal with whatever


    drama she would want to bring.


    Maybe it would be the perfect excuse to go back to the hospital. I had taken a bath Luke Lyra


    wanted. I had not ‘rested’ as she instructed, but she didn’t have to know that.


    I could sleep in a different room from Freda’s ward, as long as I was close to Freda. I sighed again


    and walked into the kitchen. She looked up when she heard my footsteps. She was looking at some


    papers that she had strewn across the ind. I pressed my lips together. I was going to act like she


    was there. It was simple. I did not care about her. It was easy to ignore her.


    “Kaiden,” she uttered my name, shattering the decision I had made earlier. “You’re home?” She


    asked. I acted like I heard nothing. “What are these?” She asked and I ignored her. If it wasn’t for


    how hungry I was, I would have turned around, gone back upstairs, locked my door, and buried


    myself in the bedsheets.