Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Forgive Me

Michah practically froze at the sight of her tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, startled by her sudden reaction.

The whole thing caught him completely off guard. For a moment, he genuinely thought she’d burned her tongue or something. Or maybe the soup wasn’t to her taste? But the tears didn’t look like those of someone offended by flavor.

No, this was something else entirely.

"I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Micah," She choked out, "I’m so sorry for hurting you."

Oh. It dawned on Micah at that moment what this was about. The conversation that he had carefully danced around in fear of rejection all over again.

"It’s alright," he said with a casual shrug, forcing a smile. "I’m cool with it."

"No!" Adele shook her head quickly. "You shouldn’t be cool with it. I was the one at fault here. I should never have done that, tried to erase the bond because I was scared of what the future with you might hold."

Micah said firmly, "And I understand. I already made peace with the fact that I’d never have a family because of what I am." He let out a humorless chuckle. "Honestly, it’s an honor that the goddess even thought to bless me with a matebond. But I won’t curse you with it. I won’t bring that burden on you, or on the future of my unborn child."

The words cut her deep.

He had given up on himself.

The thought sawed through Adele’s chest and her wolf whimpered painfully inside her. Mates were meant to complete each other, yet her own actions had only fed the very belief that haunted him: unwanted. tainted. outcast.

Anger — sharp and desperate — rushed through her veins. She set the food aside on the side table and stood abruptly.

"I was wrong about you!" she cried. "I didn’t even give myself a chance to know you before judging you. I shouldn’t have imagined what a terrible fate it’d be to be mated to a demon." She paused, eyes blazing. "Half-demon," she corrected, her voice shaking with conviction.

"I should have known that there was a man in there. A man capable of fighting his demons. A man willing to overcome the stereotype about him."

Adele stepped closer, her gaze locking onto his. "I know I hurt you that day. I didn’t say the rejection out loud, but my actions might as well have. I still feel the ache..." she pressed a hand to her chest, voice breaking, "...right here. It should’ve been enough to drive you away, to make you hate me. And yet you stayed. What kind of mate does that to someone who still chooses to stay?"

She reached out, hesitant at first, guilt weighing on her hand, but the faint flicker of hope in his eyes gave her courage. Her fingers brushed his cheek gently, before she finally cupped his face and stroked tenderly.

"You’re beautiful, Micah," she said in awe, her voice unsteady. "Both inside and out. I was the fool not to see that. But if you’d have me one more time, I promise I won’t run away again. I’ll be the mate you deserve. What’s your problem will be my problem. You’ll be mine and I, yours. I know our journey won’t be easy, but I’m willing to stand by your side. So please... forgive me."

This time, Adele waited with bated breath, her heart twisting in fear. Micah could still reject her, and he’d be right to. He already saw himself as a burden, and rejecting her would seem like the kindest thing he could do. But unlike him — who could live with longing — she’d suffer twice as much with her wolf.

Seconds dragged by, her pulse thundered.

Then Micah finally said, "You’ll never take those suppressor pills again?"

"Never!" Adele blurted, shaking her head rapidly. "It’ll never happen again. I swear on my life."

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