Chapter 17 Xavier
XAVIER
I knew what needed to happen and I hated every single second of this separation between us.
The last three days were a living hell, spending them without her, stopping myself from seeking her out, calling her, begging her to just be with me, to just hold my hand and let me hold her at night.
All because I knew she would be mine after The Harvest.
All because I knew there was no way I wasn't taking her as my bride.
I've been patient. I've been waiting long enough for this to happen, so imagine my surprise and my anger when I found out that I will need to betray the one person I was destined to love.
Some may think these feelings of mine weren't healthy, bordering on obsession, on need rivaling everything else in my life, but I knew what I wanted, and I wanted her.
I wanted Yara Quinn with every atom of my body.
But I had to break her in order to have her. I had to stand there, ignoring her and the fear in her eyes all so we could get to the end of the mess my father had created years ago. A mess he had managed to drag other people in.
A mess my grandpa was well aware of.
My fingers flexed as I looked at Yara's retreating back, and while the rest of the girls ran for the fun of it, she ran like her life depended on it.
She ran like she couldn't wait to get the fuck away from me, from all of this, and I couldn't exactly blame her.
Had I been in her position I would've run as well.
I would've fought like hell, trying my best to get the heck away from this place, from these people.
But she had no idea that no matter how fast she ran, how much she wanted the freedom from this place, it wouldn't come.
Not tonight, not tomorrow and not for the years to come.
There were no more other options for her, not after I chose her.
Not after I fought with my grandpa, telling him he was asking me to betray the one person I loved. The one person I cared about.
St. Bipal's may not be her favorite place, but it would be her last one just like it was mine.
I prayed to the God I stopped believing in a long time ago that after all this, after the night was done, she would still look at me with the same eyes. She would still want my touch.
My face tilted to the sky, looking at the stars shining down on us and as the timer ticked down to zero and as the guys joining tonight looked expectantly at me, I realized that even if she couldn't forgive me or look at me the same, I didn't care.
Yara was mine even if she hated every single part of me.