Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas (Lia zane Blake) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215 – Weak

–ZANE’S POV–

My room was too quiet.

Not peaceful quiet. Just… hollow.

The kind of quiet that unnerved you, and reminded you of everything you’d rather forget.

I lay there, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling which had been cracked just a few weeks ago, after The Order had bombed my pack house.

It had been repaired immediately, along with the rest of the pack house.

But what broke inside me that day was still the same.

Damaged. Ruined. A shell of what it used to be.

It wasn’t just me.

A lot of my pack members felt the same.

They’d lost loved ones. Friends. Family.

No one said it out loud, but I knew what they were all going through.

Everyone was still afraid. Even after Lia defeated them. Took control of the very minds that worked against us.

The Order was gone. But I couldn’t forget them.

I couldn’t forget the feeling of silver slicing through me. The explosions under my skin one after the other, as my body struggled to heal itself. I couldn’t forget choking on my own blood while Lia sobbed into my shirt, begging me not to die.

The memory weighed down on me, heavy and constant. Every time I blinked, it was there.

I could feel it in my chest, that moment of silence just before everything went black.

The pack kept saying I’d come back strong. That I was lucky. A miracle.

But I didn’t feel like a miracle.

I felt like a ghost.

Even now, my heart raced every time I heard a sudden noise. I hadn’t shifted properly since. My wolf was still there, but it didn’t feel right.

I didn’t feel right.

And I didn’t know how to fix it.

My thoughts drifted to her next.

Lia.

Everything about her had changed—but not in the way I feared. She was still soft, still warm, still affectionate. But the power in her had grown. That same power that brought me back. That defeated The Order and saved my pack—and only Goddess knew how many more wolves.

She’d eliminated the largest threat to our kind. And she’d done it without bloodshed. With mercy.

She was a goddess.

And I was barely holding it together.

She could do so much better than me.

I knew she loved me. I wasn’t stupid. But love didn’t fix everything.

It didn’t erase the fact that I flinched every time her magic sparked too bright. That I had to swallow my fear every time her eyes gleamed.

I used to know what it meant to protect the people I loved. Now, I didn’t even know if I could protect myself. If something came after us again—something worse—I had no idea what I’d do. What I could do.

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