My Convicted Wife is My Mate (Bella and Kane) novel Chapter 19

chapter 17-2
She threw her hands up. “Bella! What are you thinking? What if he’s dangerous? What if he has bad intentions?”

I laughed softly. “He’s not like that. He’s saved me before. Twice, actually.”

“Twice?” Tara leaned in. “What else happened?”

I tried not to laugh at how dramatic she looked. “Tara, relax. He’s a good man. I feel safe with him.”

Her eyes softened slightly, but she still looked unconvinced. “You said you feel lonely when he’s not around. Don’t you still have me?”

“Of course, I do,” I said quickly “How about I move out and come stay with you, huh? That way, you wouldn’t be so lonely”

I shook my head. “Hell no. You can’t move here, Tara. Your parents would lose their minds.”

Tara belonged to a prosperous pack. They were tight-knit, traditional, proud. They believed in hierarchy and bloodlines. I’d seen their world, and I didn’t fit into it. They would hate me if she did that. They were that strict.

“You know how your parents feel about me. They didn’t support me when the council turned on me,” I reminded her.

She sighed. “I know. I’m sorry.”

I reached across the table and took her hands. “Don’t be. I don’t blame them for believing what they saw. The evidence was clear.”

Tara’s jaw clenched. “I know you wouldn’t poison that girl”

She was right.

I didn’t poison her. Kathy did. The worst part? The poison was meant for me. That’s how much she hated me. The evidence against me was well fabricated and I had to take the fall for her.

I couldn’t tell anyone this either. Not yet.

I just smiled sadly. “It doesn’t matter anymore. As long as you believe me, that’s enough.”

Tara’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head as she cried “It’s not enough. You lost everything - your job, your friends, your pack.”

I thought about it. It hurt me when I lost my mom and my grand dad. Those were my real family. They were the only two people who would do anything for me. Out of revenge, The Monroe Family had my grandfather assassinated.

But my dad, my stepmom, Kathy? They didn’t count. They were family by blood, not love. Losing them was freedom. They were never there for me anyway. I only mattered to my dad when I was dating Damien.

I looked away, staring at the steam rising from my coffee. “You can’t really lose what you never had, Tara”

She frowned. “And your friends?”

“The ones who left weren’t real friends.” I smiled sadly “You’re the only one who stayed.”

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