Page 226 of His Hungry Wolf
“Are you okay?” Lou asked. “Quin, are you alright?”
I wanted to say I wasn’t. I wanted to tell him that Cage and I had broken up and that we weren’t getting back together. I couldn’t. All I could do was step to him and fall into Lou’s arms.
“He hurt me,” was what I said. “I don’t know what to do,” I explained before spending the rest of the night suffocating on my tears.
What I went through as the weeks passed approached unbearable. It was clear I wasn’t made for this. Lou went through guys like popcorn. None of them even left butter on his fingers. Yet, I dated one guy, and breaking up with him left me catatonic. Maybe I was just weaker than everyone else but, there was no question about it, I wasn’t made for love.
Lou did his best to get me out of bed and at least attend classes, but I couldn’t do that either. Part of me knew that no matter the subject, I could probably cram it a few days before the exam and pass. The other part was that I didn’t see the point in school anymore.
What was the point of anything? Why should I leave bed except to eat and go to the bathroom? With all of my smarts, I couldn’t figure that out. So, instead, I lied there, I cried, and I allowed my thoughts to endlessly spiral around Cage.
One second I loved him. The next second I hated him. But every moment I cursed my wolf for destroying everything I cared about.
“Quin, you have to get out of bed!” Lou said insistently. “If not for you, for me. There is a smell coming from here that’s making the guys I bring home think I’m using the room to store dead bodies.”
“Sorry,” I said not wanting to be the burden I was.
Lou sighed and then crawled into my bed wrapping his arms around me.
“Come on, Lamb Chop, you gotta snap out of this. There are other guys out there. Believe me. And a hot guy like you would have your pick”.
I hadn’t told him about Cage being a shifter. It wasn’t my secret to share. So, Lou still just thought that he was a hot guy I was crushing on and not that he could have been my soulmate if I hadn’t been cursed by being who I was.
“You just need to go outside. How do I get you to leave this room?” Lou asked me with gentle caring.
“I don’t know,” I told him honestly.
“Okay, maybe that was too much to ask for. How do I get you to leave this bed?”
I didn’t respond.
Lou suddenly popped up and looked around.
“Okay, that’s it. I was trying to be nice but you’ve given me no choice. Where is it?”
“What?”
“Your phone.”
“Don’t call Cage.”
“You think I wanna call Cage, that stinking, rat-bastard? Oh no. He needs to burn in hell for what he did to you.”
“He was doing it for his…”
“If you tell me he had to do it for his sick mom, I swear to god I’m gonna lose it. You don’t get to defend him until you’re capable of standing long enough to take a shower. Do you hear me? I said, do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, where’s your phone?”
“In the drawer.”
Lou looked at the nightstand and found a charger cord preventing it from closing. I didn’t feel like explaining how it got that way and he didn’t ask.
Instead, he took it out, grabbed my finger, unlocked it, and searched the contacts.
“Who are you calling?” I asked realizing that I had a few numbers I wouldn’t want him to call.