Rejected To Be Your Second Chance novel Chapter 145

　　　　~Kade~

　　The dust was starting to settle. It landed like snow around the roots of the trees, sinking into the earth.

　　Quietness suddenly held a whole new meaning. When the dust settled and we all could see, we looked at each other, seeing the scrapes, bruises, and injuries each of us had been inflicted with.

　　Danielle had it worse. She pulled the board out of her leg, and her head fell back. Her wolf would need time to heal her wound.

　　The house was in shambles. A wheeze pulled my attention to the trees on the right. Sebastian moved the breakage out of the way and walked onto where the porch had been. He held her tightly against his chest, watching her face and scanning her body.

　　I listened in and heard her heartbeat. Her little noises were my favorite sound in the world.

　　The living room was in a pile. I saw repentance of the couch we had sat on.

　　Sebastian looked up and saw us standing in front of him. He turned his head, eyes widened as he took everything in.

　　His eyes flickered down to the girl in his arms. "I’m going to rip those arms from his body and shove them down his throat. She might be alive and well, but he wouldn’t be. Not when I was done with him."

　　"How lucky you are…" he said and dragged his thumb over her cheek. "To have so many people willing to die for you."

　　I growled in response. Nobody was dead. Layla wasn’t dead. I took one step.

　　"She does…"

　　My jaw dropped, and I didn’t even try to block the tear that fell. My eyes started burning. My head swooned. My breath finally exhaled.

　　"But we prefer killing," Layla said and tossed something on the ground.

　　Sebastian followed the rolling object until it stopped, facing up.

　　Her eyes were wide open, and her lips parted.

　　The witch’s head lay at Sebastian’s feet.

　　"Now, hand over my daughter so I can kick your ass," she panted. Her clothes were torn, and burn marks painted her face.

　　Layla walked up to Sebastian.

　　"Or," he mused and reached back with his hand. He took out a knife.

　　"No!"

　　"Sebastian, don’t!"

　　I started running. He saw me and raised my daughter with the blade against her blanket.

　　"Stop!" he growled.

　　I slid on my feet and halted with my hands raised in the air. Fuck. He was a psycho. I couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t hurt her if I tried to run up there.

　　"You took everything from me! You killed my dad, took my mate, and you," he seethed, salivating as he turned to Layla. "You rejected me! My family is gone because of you. Because you chose him. He took the pack because of you, and he drove my family out. I killed them because of you!"

　　Mason gasped behind me.

　　"Woah, look at me," Mason said, arms raised in surrender.

　　Sebastian turned his head, eyes as black as the coal on the ground.

　　"Sebastian, you didn’t kill your mom or your sister." I felt my brows pinching together. I watched my brother move in slowly. "It was Riley and Dimitri."

　　Sebastian lowered his hand an inch. "You’re lying," Sebastian squealed.

　　I tilted my head to the side and zeroed in on his glossy eyes.

　　His nose wrinkled in an attempt to push back the tears. Mason shook his head.

　　"I promise you I’m not. I was there, in the bushes. Dimitri wanted the pack. He never wanted you to take it back. He wanted you gone. He and Riley worked together and killed your family, drugged you and made you think that you did it." Mason approached. "Sebastian, their deaths are not on you. It is not your fault."

　　Sebastian was shaking his head back and forth. His heart wanted to believe Mason’s words, but his mind was refusing. He was at war with himself, and truthfully, he had nothing to gain if he won. Everything he loved was gone—his dysfunctional family, the pack he didn’t even run, even if everything in his life was subpar; it was all he had.

　　"Stop talking," Sebastian spat. His eyes shut, and his shoulders tensed.

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