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His eyes were on me, but he wasn't speaking.
     “Gerald?” I touched his hand. “You have something to tell me?”
     All he said was “I understand.”
     But I felt the need to speak out. Guilt was building up in me, filling me up like a cup that was ready to overflow with water. His consistent look at me couldn't let me have a moment of peace.
     “Actually… Andrea and Raguel… They tricked me into spending a private time with Amon.” It was hard for me to maintain my flow of words, and I took in breaths. “I didn't realize he would try to seduce me.”
     My hands were rubbing against each other, the sweat forming on my palms acted as lubricant.
     But Gerald's expression did not change. “That's not a big issue on ground.” He shook his head about three times. “You have something that belongs to Amon.”
     Something that belonged to Amon? What if he knew I was pregnant with Amon's child?

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Was it all about love or the mate bond?
     My lover, Amon, had left me for a girl he claimed was his fated mate, and I was torn apart, feeling like there was no life without him.
     In just a month, I met Gerald, the Alpha of another pack, and he turned out to be my mate. But then, I was pregnant with Amon’s child.
     I had decided to keep my pregnancy a secret because of the rule of my pack, and Amon was never aware of it. Gerald marked me without a hint of it, but things turned crazy when Amon showed up in secret, claiming he loved me.
     I was conflicted, but there was more to Gerald that I didn't know. Everyone around me was hinting vague things about him that they weren't certain of.
     Well, whatever it was, I was going to accept it as part of my fate.

Leah's Fate

He wiped his face with his hands as though I hadn't seen him cry. He refused to look at me, grinding his teeth against each other.

"You were crying… Tell me about it." I touched his face.

But he pulled my hands away, shaking his head. "There's no need for that. There's really no need for any kind of gesture to show pity, believe me."

His eyes were scanning every part of the cabin, and he went on to dust the frame on the wooden wall. It was an art piece, but I had no idea if it was a replica or not. His fingers went over the walls, tracing the lines on it.

"The lines seem to form a pattern," I said.

"Do they have some kind of meaning?" I touched the walls, trying to trail my fingers the way he did.

Abrupt change in attitude