Chapter 311
Chapter 311:
“He doesn’t own me,” I choked out, turning back to Dallas. Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. “He never did. It’s all poison. All of it p>
Dallas was there in an instant, wrapping me in his arms. He didn’t say a word — he simply held me, letting his scent of rain, cedar, and unyielding strength wash over me, scrubbing away the phantom stench of Braydon’s obsession.
“Let’s go,” Dallas murmured into my hair, his voice vibrating against my chest. “We are leaving. Now p>
I nodded, burying my face in his coat. I couldn’t look at Mr. Henderson’s confused face. I couldn’t look at the grave again. I just needed to get away.
Braydon
I sat in the shadows of the treeline, my hands gripping the leather steering wheel of my Aston Martin until my knuckles turned white. The engine was off, but the blood rushing in my ears was louder than any motor.
I watched them. I watched her.
She looked beautiful in her grief. Broken. Fragile. Exactly how I needed her to be. But then she moved.
I watched as she snatched my flowers — the moonflowers I had grown for her, the symbol of my devotion, my promise — and marched toward the trash bin.
Every step she took was a hammer blow to my temple.
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She threw them away. She threw us away. Like garbage.
And then she turned to him. The beast. The Lycan filth. She collapsed into his arms as if he were her savior, when I was the one who had suffered for her. I was the one who had waited.
A low, dark laugh bubbled up from my chest, devoid of any humor.
She thought she could discard ten years of my life? She thought she could reject the script I had written for us?
“You think you’re free, Addie?” I whispered to the empty car, my voice cold and dead. “You think he can protect you p>
I started the engine. The car purred to life — a predator waking up.
“Fine,” I hissed, watching Dallas guide her into his SUV, my eyes burning into the back of her head with a new, terrible purpose. “If I can’t have her peace,” I vowed, shifting into gear, “I’ll have her chaos p>
The silence inside the SUV was heavier than the grave dirt I had just left behind. Outside, the world was bleeding into twilight, the sky bruised with streaks of violent purple and burnt orange. But inside my head, it was pitch black.
Broke you enough to mold you.
The words echoed endlessly, a poisonous mantra. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. They felt foreign. Was anything about me real? Or was I just a collection of reactions Braydon had engineered over a decade? I felt dirty. Contaminated. Like a doll played with by unclean hands until the porcelain had gone grey.
I shifted in the leather seat, putting a fraction of an inch more distance between myself and Dallas. He was a King. A Lycan. Pure power and ancient nobility. And I was Braydon’s project.
“Stop p>