Fable of Happiness (Fable #3) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Fable Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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I nodded even though he couldn’t see me. “Fair enough.” I cleared my throat, keeping my eyes on Kas as he suddenly shot to his feet and went to pour a glass of water from the jug on the side table.

He drank deep, his throat working, distracting me with inappropriate thoughts.

“Safe trip home, Gemstone. I’ll be your very first visitor, so be prepared.”

I laughed while fighting the little butterflies in my stomach from watching Kas. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and returned to his seat. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Oh, and Gem?” Josh added. “Tell that new friend of yours that if he doesn’t treat you like a freaking queen, he and I are gonna have words.” His voice lightened from the threat. “See ya soon, sis.”

He hung up, and I let my arm drop from holding the phone to my ear.

Damn.

Josh had always been protective of me. Despite his digs that I never put myself out there to meet men and that my love life was abysmal, he was part of the reason I wasn’t successful with the opposite sex.

He liked to grill them—to try to trip them into confessing their deepest, darkest secrets on the first date. Most of the time, it didn’t bother me because no one tripped a live wire inside my heart like Kas did. But if Josh did his usual protective brother routine on Kas...

Oh, God, how is that going to work out?

Would Kas snap and hit him?

Would it trigger one of his memories and make him relapse?

Kas noticed my apprehension and came to sit beside me on the bed. He took my hand in his, squeezing my fingers. “Everything okay?”

I squeezed back and rested my head on his shoulder. “Everything will be perfect.” If I repeated it enough, it would come true.

Won’t it?

“Will it be perfect?” Kas asked, his tone sad and tired.

I nodded, clutching onto conviction, for his sake and mine. “Definitely. All of it. You, me, us. Your new home, our future.” I kissed his shoulder. “Everything will be perfect. You’ll see.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I BLINKED FOR THE thousandth time, doing my best to focus on my new life.

The past few days were a blur, despite my attempts at remembering everything: the stay at the hospital, the tests, the examinations, right down to the pride and dread I’d felt when I’d willingly agreed to go with the concussion expert and have a frank discussion about my issues.

Apparently, I had plenty of those. Too many to fully remember because everything had happened so fast.

I still smelled the smoke of my dormitory going up in flames, yet I’d been away from my valley for four days. I still struggled around people even though Gem did most of the interactions on my behalf. There was too much newness. Too much to soak in.

Yesterday, I honestly hadn’t known how I’d coped with everything as well as I had.

Well enough not to kill anyone, anyway.

Perhaps I’d gone into shock, and the overwhelming upheaval of my life would come to bite me in the ass later? Or had Gemma truly sculpted me from the animalistic man I’d been into someone who could hide the feral part of himself and pretend to be human—for a little while, at least?

When I’d had my private meeting with the expert, I’d locked down all my instincts to either hurt him or run and forced myself to answer his questions honestly (or as honestly as I could). I permitted him to touch around my head to search for any abnormalities in my skull and at the base of my neck and subjected myself to hearing, vision, balance, speech, and memory tests. I told him about the guy with the white beard who kicked me in the head, my years of amnesia, and the struggles I’d had ever since falling off the cliff.

By the time he’d finished examining me, my headache was ten times worse, the whiteness that could appear at any moment and snatch me from reality whispered on my vision, and I almost begged him for a cure. To let down my façade and be brutally real that having a constant throb in my temples and a wobbliness that came and went depending on how tired I was fucking sucked.

Not to mention the mood swings.

The unexplainable moments when I’d accept whatever was happening. I’d happily surrender to the unknown and be ready to go with this new life because it was a damn sight better than my past. But then my mood would switch, darkness would fall over my thoughts, anger and temper would rise, frustration to be well, panic to be hidden, and a rush of anxiety that I was no longer free to go home.

But I can’t go home because I’m homeless.

Cast out of a valley that’d sheltered me in both good times and bad and left to flounder in this new existence. That was the hardest thing to swallow. To know that no matter how this new existence went, I had to suck it up because I had no alternative.


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