Chapter 82: Chapter 82

Sierra pov.

I pushed him away forcefully, my instinct taking control, and without a second thought, I slapped him. Fear washed over me immediately, consuming my senses, as I grappled with the reality of what I had just done.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible, as I turned on my heels and fled towards the solace of my room.

Upon reaching the refuge of my chamber, I closed the door behind me with a heavy heart, leaning against it for support. Confusion swirled within me, for he didn't even know me, yet professed his love.

I covered my face with trembling hands, resting my head on my knees, desperately trying to make sense of the chaos that had entered my life. Why had the Goddess chosen to subject me to this living nightmare?

The weight of the world seemed to descend upon me, as if doomsday itself loomed on the horizon, ready to crash down upon me without mercy. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life had become a tangled mess, and the timing couldn't have been worse. Oh, why couldn't the world simply leave me be?

His kisses lingered in my thoughts, haunting my mind with their memory. The words he spoke kept echoing relentlessly, fueling my confusion and torment.

How could he love someone like me? He didn't even know the real me. And to complicate matters further, I was carrying William child.

Overwhelmed by despair, tears streamed down my face, as if they were the only solace I had left. The thought of escaping this torment, of leaving everything behind, tempted me like a siren's call.

Perhaps joining this pack was meant to provide me with a fresh start, but now I question everything. What is happening to me?

As I sat there, lost in the depths of my sorrowful existence, a sense of utter exhaustion washed over me, threatening to break me beyond repair. Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door snapped me out of my trance, causing me to lift my weary head, my expression filled with trepidation as I recognized his voice.

"Sierra..."

The knocking persisted, his urgency palpable. He expected me to open the door, but I remained frozen, immobile on the floor.

"I am so sorry, Sierra. I can't explain what came over me. I promise it won't happen again."

Silence consumed the space between us as I struggled to find my voice. The tears in my eyes fell freely, shattering the fragments of my already broken heart.

"I understand that this may be difficult to hear, but the moment I saw you, I fell in love. Please, just grant me entry, and allow me to make amends."

Unable to muster a response, I remained silent, contemplating whether it was wise to yield.

"I know you're furious about what I did, and I'm sincerely sorry. Please, let me in. Let me apologize for my mistake. I promise I won't do anything foolish."

His pleas tugged at my heartstrings, weakening my resolve to remain closed off. The more he begged, the more my empathy overpowered my pain, coaxing me to take a stand and open the door.

Perhaps he was as deceived by his actions as I was. Maybe he hadn't intended to hurt me after all. With a deep breath, I turned towards the door, placing my trembling hands upon it, and slowly, hesitantly, I swung it open.

There he stood, a picture of remorse and sadness. Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of compassion deep within me.

"It's okay," I said, forcing a smile. "Everyone makes mistakes, so I don't think it's your fault. It's just that you didn't know what came over you. It's okay, I forgive you."

As I was about to close the door, he placed his hand, stopping it from closing, and I looked up at him.

"Can I come in, please?"

I didn't know if it was wise to let him in, but this isn't my pack, it's his pack, and he's the Alpha after all. I'm just a guest here.

I nodded and stepped aside, and he walked in. I shut the door behind him and walked over to the bed, sitting down. He sat closer to me.

"So, do you really forgive me?" he asked, and I looked at him, nodded, and smiled.

"Yes, everyone makes mistakes, so it's not your fault. I hope it never happens again."

He nodded, and both of us just stared at the walls without saying another word. After a minute of silence, I turned to look at him and spoke.

"Why did you hit her? She only asked a question."

He turned to look at me as he chuckled and spoke.

"She isn't as nice as you think. Don't let her beauty deceive you. I know the reason she asked the question, so I think she deserves what I did to her."

I didn't say anything else, just nodded and looked away from him, staring at the door.

I could feel his gaze on me, and I just didn't feel okay being noticed by him, staring at me.

I felt cold, as if I were submerged in icy water, desperately searching for a way to warm myself.

He moved a little closer to me, and I felt my heart beating so fast, unsure of what he was up to now.

Just as I was about to ask him a question, I felt his lips once again on mine.

I wanted to push him away, but for some reason, I felt frozen, unable to move.

"I really love you, Sierra. Just give me a chance," he whispered between the kisses. I couldn't help but feel calm. I could feel his touch around my waist, and his breath on my face.

As he pulled away, we both stared into each other's eyes, and I looked at him with one question on my lips.

"Why?"

He lifted his hands up, moving the little strand of hair that was blocking my face, and smiled.

"You are not just pretty, but you are like a goddess herself."

He didn't let me say another word as he landed another kiss on my lips once again.

I just let him do what he wanted, but deep down, I felt a sense of sadness. Am I doing the right thing? I couldn't help but feel that this was wrong. And just as he moved his hands to my shoulders, heading toward the back of my zipper, that was when I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Dean," was the last thing I heard before the door shut back again.