Page 41 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

I groaned at how fucking stupid I was.

The scar was fading. I couldn’t feel her anymore. It was over, our bond had gone, and I hadn’t had a say in any of it. I didn’t get to choose if we could bond again because she rejected us. Even though the scent match still seemed to be there, she’d vanish after the Selection Ceremony, and we’d finally be done.

“I want to see her,” I whined before I could stop the words.

My eyes closed as another stab of pain hit me. I hated feeling so fucking weak.

I brought my hand closer. My cold fingers meant absolutely nothing when there was no spark of anger that came with it.

I pressed my lips against the scar, the sight of her needy expression when she bit me slashing through me. She’d forced me to look at her. She’d made me hers even when I was on top of her.

If it wasn’t so complicated, if the four of us had met at the same time, if it wasn’t for Camille, if it wasn’t for Sin’s and Cas’s fucking cuntbag parents, maybe it could have been different. Maybe it could have been like Sin’s boring ass cover story where we both met getting coffee and we scent matched and everything could have been fuckingnormalinstead of this shit.

Maybe I could have loved her without feeling so betrayed by everyone.

Especially her.

But I didn’t want to think about that. None of it was on the fucking table. Love was a stupid word compared to whatever the fuck it was I felt for her.

I let out a shaky breath as I pulled my finger away, and fear suddenly exploded in my heart as footsteps echoed outside the arbour.

I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.

“Kai!” she shouted from the archway, and I groaned as I rolled my eyes, pissed off just hearing her voice.

I couldn’t even have a night to wallow in my own melancholy like a tragic movie star. I always had to have a fucking interruption.

“Go away, Brandy,” I said, refusing to look at her. The words bounced around the arbour, adding a nice layer of drama to my fucking misery.

“Kai,” her voice trembled as she stepped inside.

“I said fuck off.”

Her heavy pants mixed with the falling rain. She probably ran here for some fucked-up reason.

“Kai, I—”

“Don’t come any closer!” I shouted, my head whipping up to glare at her.

And I flinched back at the agony splashed across her face.

She was absolutely drenched, water dripping from the hem of her dress, her fingers, the tips of her hair, even her chin and nose. But it was the total look of anguish which stabbed me right in the heart.

She looked as fucking torn up as I was, and it definitely wasn’t just rain on her cheeks.

Why the fuck did she look like that?

As soon as I saw her, all the anger that I felt for my alphas flared inside me, and her face fell even farther at the sight of me.

My shock quickly morphed into pain as she released a tremoring breath.

“Kai…”

“What? Was fucking Sin not enough for you? Are you searching for Cas as well?” I spat out, hating her even more every second I looked at her. Maybe I was her consolation prize since she’d already bagged my alphas.

Why the fuck was she even more sexy dripping with rain?

The dress I’d made for her stuck to her curves like wet tissue paper, and I could see her bumps and grooves. Even in the shitty light, she looked fucking delectable.