GoodNovelIn the past, with Silas's protection, no one dared to approach me. But now that he was gone, it was my responsibility to protect myself. At Harper's words, my heart warmed, and tears welled up in my eyes.
I was afraid Harper would be even more worried if she saw my tears, so I quickly replied with an "okay" and pushed her to continue the ceremony.
After exchanging rings and popping champagne at the reception, the mating ceremony was coming to an end. The rest of the mating ritual would be done tonight, under the full moon, with just Damian and Harper and their wolves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI was relieved the day could end happily for Harper and Damian, watching as they mingled with all their guests, smiles of mated bliss on their faces. Their faces had to hurt by now from smiling so big for so long.
Everything had gone off without a hitch-other than the earlier mishap. The next thing I needed to do was to deal with Roman...
I followed the car with Damian and Harper in it, sent them off to their new house, and then took a taxi home.
As I opened my closet, rustling through the rack for a hanger, a bank card fell out.
It was the card I'd given to Harper. She must have secretly put it in here, damn her.
I picked it up, shaking my head but still smiling a little.
Harper was such a kind and gracious person. She only knew how to give and never asked for anything in return. She didn't even want to take advantage of Damian.
He had paid the down payment for their new house, and she would pay for the renovation. Even if her nwasn't on the title since it was purchased before they mated-and only members of a pack could buy homes on pack land-Harper would still pay the loan with Damian without complaint or regret.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI had always thought of her as a generous older sister, always making people feel warm and fuzzy however she could.
I gripped the plastic card tightly, thinking about how, after tonight, I would be gone.
If there was no word left for Harper, I worried she wouldn't be able to move op, to let go.
With that thought in mind, I sat down at my desk, picked up @pen, and began to write my suicide note.
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