Will Rejection Hold? novel Chapter 45

"Please stop." My voice was so quiet, barley above a whisper, but Chase's eyes snapped up to mine. The black faded away and I was greeted by his beautiful eyes for the first time in weeks. No longer was his wolf casting a shadow over him.

"Who touched you Lexi?" He whispered, walking closer to me cautiously. I could see the veins in his arms twitching, begging to beat someone. I flinched as he reached up to my face, afraid that something would switch in him again. "Please...", he begged for an answer.

"Mr. Yate." The words had barley left my mouth before Chase was tearing down the front steps of the house.

I sprinted after him, but I couldn't match his Alpha speed.

"No Chase come back to me!" I stood in the middle of the street yelling after him, just watching him race down the road, praying he wouldn't get himself hurt.

I walked back into the house to go find Tucker. He wasn't as bad off as it had looked during the fighting, making me wonder how much of the blood on him was Chase's. "Thank you for standing up for me." I whispered walking back into the room. He didn't look up but I know he heard me. He sat in the end of the bed, and patted the spot next to him. I sat next to him and laid my head on his shoulder. A steady trail of tears ran down my face. "He'll come back. He loves you. I know it." He spoke so strongly, it makes me want to believe him. But my life is too fucked up right now for me to put all my hope in it. If I get my hopes too high I won't be able to take it if he never does.

Chase was still gone. It was now pitch black outside and I had locked myself up in Tucker's room. I felt bad because now he had no place to go, but I was torn up and completely and utterly lost and confused. My mind was in shambles and my heart was turned inside out. So much has happened so fast I don't know how to handle it.

I know the nice Chase I saw won't be here for long. He's been gone too long, he won't just pop back into his normal life like he used to be.

My cheek resting on the window was chilly, and I could see headlights coming back up the street, but I couldn't bring myself to get up. I hope it's Chase. I hope someone went to pick him up.

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