The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Evangelina’s POV

I stood in my office confused and startled about what just happened. He was going to try and kiss me. After we had the conversation earlier that day, he wanted to reject me. I don’t know what is wrong with him. Furthermore, I don’t know what is wrong with me to let him do that. I knew that I had to calm him down, or who knows what he would have done in his anger. That is why I held him until he was calm. When he touched my face though, I couldn’t help but lean into it and close my eyes as the sensation of sparks zipped through my body like tiny fairies.

“.. I think that we may need to keep our distance from him.” Veena says sadly.

“I understand that it hurts Veena, but we can’t avoid him. We live in the same pack now.” I answer back and.

she sighs.

“But Evan it hurts.” She says and I begin to feel how deep it truly hurts her.

“Veena I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do. I will try to stay away from him as much as possible, but I don’t think that will help. At least we will not have to deal with it for too much longer.” I say and I feel her stir but she doesn’t say anything in response.

I sigh and get back to business. After I update our pack system to reflect our new pack members and the ones that we have lost, it’s almost 11:00 so I head to my room.

I changed into some plaid pants and a baggy t–shirt then sat on my bed. My heart hurts from today’s events and almost like I am punishing myself I reach for my nightstand and pull out the pictures.

I flip through them and stop on one with Xavier and Ziana. He is holding her and looking down at her lovingly. She was only a year and 9 months old when she was killed. She was waving to the camera with a large toothless smile on her face. Her bright purple eyes staring at me with sparkles. I feel a tear roll down my face

and wipe it away.

“My sweet girl. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you.” I whisper to the picture.

“I’m so sorry Ziana. My love. I miss you with my whole heart.” I say as I begin to cry harder. I curl up in bed whispering I’m sorry over and over. “I will see you soon, my baby.” Is the last thing I say before I fall into a restless sleep.

I wake the next morning to the sounds of papers being rustled. I try to open my eyes but they are almost glued shut with crystals from my tears last night.

After some more movement I pry open my eyes. Linc stands before me shuffling through pictures. I see his hurt expression even though my eyes are groggy. I wipe my eyes to clear the crystals and once they are mostly clear I look back at Linc who is focused on one photo in particular.

“Why..” He begins but clears his throat because his voice is cracking. “Why do you torture yourself with these?” He asks, pulling his gaze to meet mine.

“I don’t.” I argue while pulling the pictures from his hands and shoving them in my nightstand. I noticed that the picture he was looking at was a large family photo of mine and his family. He watches my hurried

movements.

Chapter 65

“You do.” He says and I shake my head.

“No. I do not.” I say more sternly and he narrows his eyes at me.

“Evangelina, they’re gone and have been for 14 years. You blame yourself for their deaths. Not just Xavier and Ziana’s but every pack member who was slaughtered that day. It was NOT your fault. Stop torturing yourself He says sternly and inch a little, while looking around panicked. Nobody is in the room but still.

I

“I was their Luna Lincoln, I was supposed to protect them.” I start but then shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts. “Don’t call me by my name. Especially around here.” I say as I get up and walk to my ensuite bathroom. I hear him sigh as I close the door.

I wash my face to get rid of the last crystals and sleep from my eyes. After I brush my teeth and pull my hair into a tight bun I walk out into the bedroom and see Linc looking at the pictures again.

“Would you put those away damnit.” I snap and he flinches a little, but puts the pictures away.

“I only have one. Sorry.” He says solemnly. I open the closet door and grab a tight black t–shirt and leggings then turn around.

“You were the one who said no to any pictures. Leave mine alone.” I say and his eyes shoot to mine, a flare of

anger in them.

“You are my sister so I am going to be blunt. I didn’t want the pictures because I knew you needed them, but now everytime you look at them they consume you. And you’re being a b*tch.” He says and I scoff.

“I’m not your sister anymore.” I say and he marches up to me and stares angrily at me. I also see the hurt reflecting in his eyes at my statement.

“Zavier may be gone, but you will always be my sister. We grew up together and you were like a sister before you mated with him. You. Are. My. Sister. Never say that sh*t again.” He says as he walks towards the door. I look down as the guilt grapples my heart. Before he leaves I call out to him.

“Lincoln.” I say and he stops. I walk up to him and force him to turn around and then wrap my arms around his torso. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” I say and he sighs then wraps his arms around me and squeezes.

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