Rejected Mate's Redemption (Freda and James)

Mates 167

Chapter 167 Chapter 167 KAIDEN STIRLING I walked into the pack house. As soon as I walked in, all the adrenaline and energy that had been coursing through my veins evaporated and I was weighed down by the magnitude of exhaustion my body had been enduring. I made it to the Alpha’s quarters by some magic. I headed straight for my room. As soon as I shut the door, I took off the jacket, tossing my phone and the keys to the bed. I headed to the bathroom, taking off my clothes on the way. I set the temperature of the water I wanted. I stared I’m the mirror as I waited for the water to heat up. I groaned and ran my hand down my face as I looked at myself in the mirror. There were a lot of things wrong with me; with the man in my reflection. I could see the pain in his eyes, the exhaustion in his posture, the torture that was underneath his skin, damaging him beyond repair. I couldn’t complain. I couldn’t cry. I had done this to myself; he had done it to himself. I stepped into the shower cubicle, turning on the water. It was scalding. Just like I liked it. It helped to soothe my strained and tired muscles. I was exhausted. Goddess, I was tired. I felt myself melt into a puddle, and before I knew it, I was on my knees. I wanted to cry. I needed something to relieve the effect of the 0.00% ||| 14.310 Chapter 167 agony I was going through. I needed to breathe. I needed air around me. 288 IVouchers It was like there was nothing. No air, no one, no light, no future. I was in the dark. The place I had put myself. “F**k,” I muttered under my breath, feeling the air get stuck in my lungs.

I started to**b, surprising myself. This was not the usual. I could not get my cries out. No tears, no air. Just pain. F**k. “F***,” I choked. Freda. I felt like the worst piece of s** for depending on someone I had completely shattered, but her voice was the one thing I wanted to hear. She was the only one who could save me from this pit of self-hatred, self-pity, and hell I had dug for myself. I wanted to scream, but I feared that the glass around me would shatter and hurt me. Kill me even. I had promised Freda. I could not die. I was going to keep her alive. I had made enough bad choices and she had suffered for them. I was not going to hurt her more. I gathered myself to my feet, shutting off the water, and then headed out of the shower cubicle, covered in steam. I toweled myself dry and as I pulled on a shirt, my body reminded me of how hungry I was. I pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and headed towards the door, holding a towel to my hair. It was dripping wet and I did not want water dripping everywhere. I took my phone.from the bedside table as I headed out of the room, just in case Freda or Lyra wanted to reach out to me. I suddenly remembered that I lived in this place with Safiya. I let out a sigh, running my free hand down, hoping and praying that 31.75% 14:31 Chapter 167 288 iVouchers she was not there. I hoped that by some magic she had decided to leave this place so that I would have some peace for myself. That was too much to hope for, apparently. Because as I walked into the kitchen, I found Safiya sitting on a barstool in front of the island. I let out a sigh, not sure if I could deal with whatever drama she would want to bring. Maybe it would be the perfect excuse to go back to the hospital. I had taken a bath Luke Lyra wanted. I had not ‘rested’ as she instructed, but she didn’t have to know that. I could sleep in a different room from Freda’s ward, as long as I was close to Freda. I sighed againThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

and walked into the kitchen. She looked up when she heard my footsteps. She was looking at some papers that she had strewn across the island. I pressed my lips together. I was going to act like she was there. It was simple. I did not care about her. It was easy to ignore her. “Kaiden,” she uttered my name, shattering the decision I had made earlier. “You’re home?” She asked. I acted like I heard nothing. “What are these?” She asked and I ignored her. If it wasn’t for how hungry I was, I would have turned around, gone back upstairs, locked my door, and buried myself in the bedsheets.