Chapter 56
Killian’s POV_
The day after the funeral, the pack was quiet–too quiet. The usual hum of life was absent, replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mira, how lost she had looked as she stood near her mother’s grave. Her eyes had been void of their usual fire, replaced with an emptiness that made my chest
ache.
I knew she was hurting. She had just lost her mother, someone who had been her anchor. And on top of that, Sophia’s confession at the funeral had only reopened old wounds. I wanted to help her, to be there for her, but
I wasn’t sure if I even had the right anymore.
Still, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I needed to try.
I found Mira at her mother’s gravesite, just as I had expected. She was sitting on the grass, her knees pulled to her chest. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face, shielding her from the world. She didn’t notice me at first, and I didn’t know if I should disturb her.
I took a deep breath and stepped closer. “Mira,” I said softly.
She flinched at the sound of my voice but didn’t look up. “What do you want, Killian?” she asked, her tone flat
and lifeless.
I crouched down beside her, careful to keep some distance. “I just wanted to check on you. You have been out
here for hours.”
She finally turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks streaked with dried tears. “I don’t need you to check on me,” she said coldly.
Her words stung, but I didn’t blame her. “I know you’re hurting,” I said gently. “I just… I thought maybe I could
help.”
She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Help? Killian, there’s nothing you can do to help me. My mother is gone. She’s gone, and she’s never coming back.”
I swallowed hard, her pain cutting through me like a blade. “I know,” I said quietly. “And I’m so sorry, Mira. I’m sorry for everything.”
Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the fire returned to them. “Are you?” she asked, her voice sharp. “Are you sorry for rejecting me? For breaking me? Or are you just sorry now because you know the truth?”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I refused to back down. “I’m sorry for all of it,” I said honestly didn’t know, Mira. I didn’t know Sophia was manipulating me. If I had-”
“But you did reject me,” she interrupted, her voice trembling. “You didn’t trust me. You chose her over me.” I looked away, shame burning in my chest. “You’re right,” I admitted. “I messed up. I let her get in my head, and I hurt you in ways I can’t even begin to fix. But I want to try, Mira. Please, let me try.”
She stood abruptly, wrapping her arms around herself as if to keep the world out. “I can’t do this, Killian,” she said, her voice breaking. “know it wasn’t your fault. I know Sophia used that potion on you. But that doesn’t
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erase what happened. It doesn’t erase the pain.”
I stood too, keeping my distance. “Mira, I-”
“No,” she said firmly, cutting me off. “I need space. I can’t even think straight right now, let alone deal with…
this.” She gestured between us, her expression torn.
Her words crushed me, but I nodded. “Okay,” I said quietly. “If space is what you need, I’ll give it to you. But
please, Mira, know that I’m not giving up. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she turned away, her shoulders trembling as she walked back toward the
packhouse.
I stayed behind at the gravesite, staring at the freshly turned earth that marked where her mother now rested. I felt guilty and I was constantly reminded of my failures.
I should have seen through Sophia. I should have fought harder for Mira, for us. But I hadn’t, and now she was paying the price for my mistakes.
The thought of her shutting me out, of her believing we couldn’t work through this, made my chest tighten. I loved her. I had loved her from the moment I realized she was my mate, even if I had been too blind to see it
at first.
I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling inside me. I couldn’t change the past, but I could fight for our future.
And I would.
Back at my house, I tried to focus on my duties, but my mind kept drifting back to Mira. I wanted to give her the space she had asked for, but it was hard not to go after her, to check if she was okay.
Later that evening, I drove to her house and saw her from a distance, sitting alone on the porch swing. She looked so small, so fragile. It tore me apart to see her like this.
I hesitated, debating whether to approach her. But then I shook my head and walked away. She needed time, and I would respect that.
But as I turned the corner, I whispered to myself, “I’ll win you back, Mira. No matter how long it takes, I’ll prove to you that I’m worth it.”
Because she was my mate, and I would never stop fighting for her.
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