Torn

Chapter 20✓

Carter

I don't bother dignifying her with a response. I run past her, straight down the stairs and grab my Jeep keys from the little bowl at the front door. I'm out of the pack house before I allow the tears to fall.

I'm grateful that I didn't run into anybody as I made for my Jeep. I made it halfway down the road before I calmed down enough to realize I don't have my shoes on and that I managed to leave all my belongings in Quinn's room.

A fiancé. I can't believe what I heard. Do I believe her? I mean, she was dolled up and heading right to Quinn's bedroom. She seemed to know that they would be together in there and it was obvious that I had just left their bed, even if we didn't have sex like she thought we had.

Fuck! This is so messed up. All I know is I physically felt my heart shatter in my chest as I watched her grin down her nose at me. My eyes blur as more tears builds up and I know I need to calm myself or I will never be able to drive home safely.

I force myself to take deep breaths and agree that I won't cry until I reach the safety of the cabin. I blast the radio as loud as the old speakers allow and sing my heart out to every song that comes on.

By the time I reach the cabin, my voice is hoarse, and I've sung my tears away. Burning anger is all that remains now. I drive up a little too fast and the tires skid to a stop as I shove the vehicle in park. I jump out of the Jeep, run up to the cabin and unlock the door, it slams shut with a loud bang and I quickly lock it behind me before making a beeline to the kitchen to get a drink.

Instead of getting my usual wine and a glass I go straight for the bottle of whiskey from the cupboard. Popping the cap I take a healthy mouthful, coughing at the slow burn it leaves.

The fury that's built leaves me pacing the kitchen. My stupid brain won't shut off. I know I can't just stay here, they'll come for me eventually. Before I can think about it anymore, I put on some shoes and walk out the back door and into the trees.

I tip the bottle and take another deep swig. The liquid burns its way down my throat and settles heavily in my stomach. I shiver before taking another long pull.

By the time I reach the safe haven of my meadow, I have managed to drink half of the bottle and the pain and anger I've been feeling leaves until I'm left feeling empty and numb. I stumble a little before deciding it's best to just sit down where I am.

I move to take another drink when I feel the familiar cool chill down my neck and smile.

"I think you may have had enough to drink today, Miss Jones." Tyler purrs as he comes to sit across from me.

"On the contrary, Mister Evans. I believe I may have had just enough." I smirk at him, but my words are a jumbled slur.

Before I can second guess myself or think too hard about what the guys told me about Lycan's, I shimmy myself up to my knees and move towards Tyler, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I just want to feel something other than pain, something other than how I felt leaving the pack house. I feel cheap, sleazy, and right now I just need to feel wanted.

I don't have a single care that it feels dirty and wrong for going back and forth between these men. I don't want to care that I have just spent the night between two engaged werewolves. I don't care that Tyler might be a dangerous Lycan. All I care about is trying to forget the pain and the bleeding jagged shards left of my heart.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, but his hands find their way to my hips.

"You're very handsome, Mister Evan's." I slur.