CHAPTER 65— WORDS TO REGRET


    Upon hearing that, Quinn yanked herself out of his arms and finally looked up at him with wide and


    angry eyes. “I told you not toe, why did you?!”


    “I wasn’t going to…I only came because I was worried, and I’m d I did.”


    “Well, I’m not…there are things that I don’t want you to see.”


    “Like what? Like you putting the f*cking speed at four when you could barely manage one?”


    “Don’t look down on me, Zayd…this is exactly why I didn’t want you here.”


    “I’m not looking down on you, Quinn. Why would I do that?”


    “No, Zayd you are…” She marched past him, holding tight to her bleeding arm with her head held


    down. “The mere fact that you are here simply means you’re looking down on me.”


    “That’s a lie, Quinn and you and I both know it. The only reason why I came here is because I was


    worried you’d over-exert yourself, and you did just that. I wasn’t wrong foring.” He walked behind


    her, bearing her injury in mind, while grabbing onto her good arm. “Look, I’m sorry I did what I said I


    wouldn’t…but if I didn’te, you’d have gotten injured more severely…you should be thankful.”


    Quinn turned to him, and his blood almost ran cold at the look in her eyes and the tears that streamed


    down her cheeks. “Well, I’m not thankful, Zayd…I’m angry.”


    She pulled her arm out of his hand and continued to walk away from him…and Zayd stood in his ce


    for a couple of seconds beforeing to terms with what he just saw. He looked up at her retreating


    form, cursing himself mentally before running to catch her up. “Quinn I…I’m sorry alright…I didn’t know


    you’d be like this. I was just going to watch…if you hadn’t put yourself in such danger, then you


    wouldn’t have even known I was here.”


    “And you think that would make me feel better? I told you not toe…I didn’t want you to see.”


    “Why?”


    “I have my reasons.”


    “Then tell me, so I can know.”


    “I don’t have to tell you.” She shoved the door to the pack house open, walking in the direction of the


    west wing. “I don’t have to tell you anything!”


    “You’re my mate, Quinn…you shouldn’t have to keep anything from me.”


    “I’m not your mate…! I can’t even feel the bond.”


    Zayd’s steps came to a stop when her words hit him like a brick, and she stopped too, looking back at


    him with eyes that admitted her regret. “What? What did you just say?”


    Quinn bit her lip as she reached for the doorknob in front of her, thankful that she’d made it in front of


    her room. “I…” She twisted it, pushing the door open and escaping him by stepping inside and


    mming her door shut behind her.


    She shouldn’t have said that…that wasn’t what she wanted to say…why did she say that?


    She ran her hand down her face as she slid down to the floor, leaning against the door. She could hear


    his receding steps and honestly, she did not expect him to just leave like that.


    She thought he’d counter her words…but what exactly could he say to words that surprised him just as


    much as they surprised her? He was her mate, she knew that…so why would she say that to him?


    He’d told her how he felt about the whole thing, and theck of the matebond between them made her


    words burn even hotter.


    Quinn sighed…they must’ve hurt him…if he told her that, then she’d have been beyond hurt. She


    overreacted…so what if he watched her while she struggled and bawled on the training grounds?


    So what if he saw her fail to do things other people could easily do?


    It made her feel less of a wolf…but then again, she wasn’t even a wolf.


    She was bound to struggle, and he’d seen her struggle before, so why exactly was she so ashamed of


    it now? Was it because she wanted to earn the mark on her neck? To really prove that he chose her for


    a reason? Was it because she wanted him to think she was strong? That she could handle anything


    the world threw at her?


    But wouldn’t that just make her perfect? And who in this world was perfect?


    Quinn balled her hands as she forced her sore body to stand, she turned to face the door, reluctant at


    first…but somehow she found the courage to open it. She looked down the hall as she stepped outside


    and then slowly walked towards the room next to hers. She knocked softly, leaning her forehead


    against the thick board. “Zayd…?”


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    She got no response, and that had the courage she’d built slowly trickling. “Zayd I…can we talk?”


    “You’ve already said enough, Quinn…it’ste, get some sleep. You’re obviously tired too.”


    Quinn swallowed, shaking her head desperately. “No…I…please Zayd. I didn’t mean it. I was angry,


    and I said that and now…”


    “If you said it in anger…then you must’ve wanted to say it for a while now. It’s how you feel…it’s


    nothing for you to be sorry about.”


    “Let me in…please.”


    “Go to bed, Quinn.”


    Quinn knocked again, blinking her eyes rapidly when she felt them getting heavy. “Z-Zayd, I’m sorry.”


    The break in her voice sounded so pitiful. “Zayd please.”


    She eased away from the door when she heard his approaching footsteps from the inside. Her


    heartbeat skyrocketed, more so when the door tilted open. “What are you sorry about, Quinn?”


    Quinn pushed past the door, falling against his chest where she cried. “I’m sorry I overreacted…I’m


    sorry for saying something like that.”