Please

The emotions that I’d been holding back came out all at once. I fell to the ground, sobbing. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to kill Atlas all over again.

I wanted it to be slow, so he could feel an ounce of the pain that I was feeling right now. I felt Kiera’s hand on my shoulder.

I forced myself up slowly, and her eyes were full of unshed tears. I outstretched my arms and she fell into me. We cried together, allowing the weight of the day to finally fall on us. She may not be grieving the way that I am, but she left a small piece of her past back in that room and I'll never forget her strength in that moment. For Wyatt.

Parker came rushing onto the plane and Kiera basically leaped into his arms. He held onto her like his life depended on it, though when he looked down at me, he seemed conflicted.

I took a few more moments, focusing on deep breathing before I stood, and walked off of the plane, leaving the two of them. He wasn't my mate and as selfish as it was, I couldn'