Page 121 of My Broken Mate

“I am worried,” Lyle says quietly. “He struggled with depression before.”

“We all are,” Ayden agrees, “worried, I mean.”

Instead of inserting myself in the conversation, I keep firmly in my head. Depressed. Clearly, he struggled with depression, but the Remy I met a couple of weeks ago isn’t the same person he is today. He is much bolder today, he is more confident, he has already ripped some walls down and begun mending his relationship with his brothers.

Finding his Mom’s belongings made him spiral, but not into devastating depths. He wasn’t depressed when I was with him. He was sad and angry.

And determined.

He is also an alpha’s son.

I grab my phone, looking at it, before I gasp. “That’s him!” I blurt out, pretending like I just received a message

“For real?” Lyle exclaims.

“Yes, he apologizes. Said one of his doctors wanted to see him spontaneously. He wants us to go ahead, and he will come later.”

Kiki lets out a sigh of relief. “I am so glad to hear from him.”

“It doesn’t feel right not to wait for him, though,” Ayden points out.

“You know what,” I say, grinning at them. “I will wait. You go ahead. He is definitely going to be happier to see me than you!”

The others laugh. “True,” Kiki chuckles.

“You are just waiting for an opportunity to ravish him,” Ayden rolls his eyes. “Seriously, you two need to move in together.”

“I wouldn’t be against that,” I say honestly. “Now go. I will grab two cups of coffee from Remy’s favorite coffee shop and wait there for him.” I pretend to type a message to send it to him, just to make sure they don’t get suspicious.

They buy it. All of them. I am not a good liar. The fact I pulled this off, especially in front of Ayden, shows that I might not be the same person I was a couple of weeks ago, either. Something changed. I wave at my friends, waiting for them to leave before pretending to walk to the coffee shop. Once out of their view, I start picking up my pace, running to the next taxi.

“Take me to the train station,” I command, handing the man far more than he would usually receive for such a short drive. “Be quick! You will get the same amount again if we arrive in ten minutes!”

I don’t need to tell him twice. I grab the handle of the door, holding on tight while the man moves his car at an insane pace. My heart keeps hammering against my chest.

What are you plotting?Marise demands to know.

We know Remy left the pack maybe twenty minutes ago. I just checked my phone for the train schedule when I was pretending to message with him. The next train is supposed to leave in fifteen minutes. If he takes it, we will make it in time.

You think he is going to run?

I am not sure what he is planning,I say.But he is certainly going somewhere.

What makes you so sure he is going to be at the train station? He could as well fly!

No, because Sean would be able to track him immediately if he did. They will never expect him to take the train.

How?Marise asks.How are you so sure? He could be anywhere. He could rent a car.

Not anonymous enough,I point out.

He could walk.

Too slow.

Still, how can you be so sure?

I feel a sudden calm in me, something warm spreading through my chest.Some things you just know.