Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Georgia’s mind churned with a bitter truth she could no longer ignore. I know what it means to owe someone a life–a debt that can never be repaid. Despite every desperate, grinding effort she’d made to claw her way back to freedom, to reclaim her stolen future, she knew, with brutal clarity, that Maya would never witness the fruits of her struggle. He was gone, last to a cruelty she could never undo.

Her feelings toward Laura were tangled and numb–neither affection nor hatred filled the space. Laura was selfish, reckless, and crossed lines that should never be tested. Yet Georgia hadn’t come here to plead out of kindness or loyalty

che wasn’t interested in meddling in the tangled webs of others‘ affairs.

No, her presence here was born of a deeper, darker need–a relentless refusal to owe another life, no matter who it belonged to. Whether the person was kind or cruel, involved or indifferent, Georgia did not want to carry that weight again. Not ever.

That is why I came, though every step dragged heavy with reluctance and shame

Her anguished cry–her declaration that she refused to owe another life–echoed in the cold room. Preston caught every word, every trembling syllable. He sat quietly for a moment, letting the weight of her confession settle between them.

He did not know the truth behind her words. In his mind, the silent assumption took shape: Georgia was finally feeling guilt over Giselle’s death.

Then, without warning, Preston lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was not gentle; it was fierce and raw, his teeth biting into her lips with savage hunger, as though he sought to tear the fragile skin apart and consume her very essence. It was a kiss filled with dark promise and bitter regret.

For the first time since Giselle died, he heard Georgia admit it–acknowledge that she owed a life

Preston had long suspected Georgia’s hand in Giselle’s demise, though she had never confessed. She had stood firm through accusations, through the horrors of Chapter Unlocked, Enjoy Reading! never yielding. Yet now, her admission

pierced him deeper than he expected.

He was shaken by the admission, confused by the flood of emotions it unleashed. Part of him was angry, part of him reluctant to believe it, and yet the raw truth settled over him like a cold fog.

“Georgia,” he murmured against her lips, voice husky, “you’re finally admitting it.”

She blinked, uncertain. “What?”

But Preston offered no explanation. Instead, he said simply, “Georgia, I will grant your request. Whatever you want, I will do it now.”

Luca, the wolf within him–the wild, primal force he had long tried to suppress–roared to life, fueled by lust and fury. He abandoned all restraint, letting raw desire flood through his veins.

Preston’s hands tore at Georgia’s clothing with hungry urgency. Her smooth, pale skin was exposed to his hungry gaze, her breasts rising and falling beneath his burning eyes. His breath hitched as desire ignited like wildfire inside him, hot and uncontrollable.

He pushed Georgia onto the leather sofa, ripping her pants down to the floor without hesitation. The mounting pressure inside him was volcanic, a fierce eruption threatening to consume every rational thought.

There was no tender prelude, no gentle caress–only the brutal immediacy of possession.

Preston claimed her in an instant.

Georgia’s eyes flew wide open in shock and pain. She stared, helpless, at the ceiling as her body writhed beneath his overwhelming force. The agony was sharp, unrelenting.

Yet through the pain, her mind sharpened with cold clarity.

He said I was finally admitting it. What does he mean? she thought, the words cutting through her like shards of ice. Does he think I caused Giselle’s death?

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He’s wrong again, just like always.

A bitter laugh burst from her lips, breaking the suffocating tension.

“What are you laughing at? Stop it!‘ Preston growled, his anger flaring.

But Georgia didn’t hear him. Her laughter spilled over, wild and free, reckless in the face of his fury.

“You bit me?” he asked, disbelief coloring his voice.

But Georgia remained still, unresponsive, her eyelids shuttered like a fortress against him.

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