The car lurched to a violent stop at the edge of the long drive.
What was the point?
If he saw her now, he would break. He knew it with terrifying certainty. One look at her eyes, that stubborn fire she carried, and he would fold. He would abandon the plan. He would damn the consequences.
He would choose her.
And that was the problem.
Because choosing her meant condemning her. To a short life beside him. To the madness that sometimes swallowed him whole. To Ravok's hunger, barely leashed. To watching him decay the way every Blackwood alpha before him had.
He slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. "Fuck," he whispered.
Eric squeezed his eyes shut.
If he went to her now, he would lose the strength to do what he believed was necessary.
If he didn't… he might lose her anyway.
He pounded the steering wheel again and again. "Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!" he roared again. Nothing could hurt more than this. Nothing.
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