Since River has been old enough to ask, his father has brain-washed into believing that he's unworthy of any sort of love. Especially from his long-awaited, fated mate. He has no future, just an awaited rejection and a continued life of abuse. All t...
"Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage without fear."
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Chapter 29
River's POV
4 days later~
Alastair sighed, "Isaiah, would you stop pouting?"
Isaiah's eyes only narrowed as he stood by the open carriage, maids rushed hurriedly past him as they loaded on our luggage.
"I can't believe you're actually doing this."
Derek stood by Isaiah, attempting to calm him but his actions went in vain as Isaiah's pout only deepened, foot thumping harshly against the pebbled path.
Alastair rolled his eyes at him as he led me into a carriage with a gentle hand.
"Wait," Isaiah sighed, "at least let me hug him before you take him away with you."
Alastair tsked as I pushed his hand from my back and rushed to Isaiah's outstretched arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I stood on my tippy toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He always smelled so good, like fresh berries.
"Please be careful, River," he whispered in my ear as Alastair stood crossed armed by the carriage.
I nodded against his neck, "I will, don't worry."
He laughed, "Telling me not to worry is like telling a bird not to fly."
"I'll miss you," I whispered.
He nodded with a small smile.
"What?" a voice said from behind Isaiah, "I don't get a teary-eyed farewell as well?"
I turned my face as an arm pulled me into a tight hug.
"You better miss me. Who else would interrupt their sex life to help your sorry ass at two in the morning?" I looked up to a familiar, mischievous blue.
"Thanks, Michael."
He smiled softly, "You're welcome, cutie."
An arm pulled me from Michael as I swooped into the arms of a hazel-eyed beaut.
"That's enough, it's time to go."
"Jealous are we?" Michael smirked as he leaned against Keith's broad chest.
"What's there to be jealous about? I am about to spend the next few weeks alone with him."
Michael's smirk grew, "alternative motives, huh? Careful, he's a virgin."
My face burned like a fire as my eyes widened.
He's joking right?
My head whipped towards Alastair, whose eyes widened along with mine.
