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head flew back, and he saw stars, he actually saw something explode behind his eyes, but he ignored it and pushed away the dizzying lights. He recovered quick enough to throw down all of his weight onto Adam’s chest, keeping him pinned. Then he grabbed  Adam’s neck with his teeth.
    Adam’s chest shook in defeat. “I hate you,” he sobbed, his body finally relaxing, his muscles going lax under Nick’s ability to dominate him. “I hate you so much,”
    “I know.” Nick kissed his jaw, then his cheeks, his eyes, and his lips, tasting the tears over that smooth skin as he went. “I know. I’m sorry.”
    He had to tell him. Obviously this was hurting Adam too much, and even if it  was way too late, he needed to know the reason why

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    Nick left him behind all those years ago.
    “Adam, I–I did think you were my mate, too. I mean I do think it,
    even now.”
    Adam’s breath hitched. “What?”
    Nick sat up, pulling his weight off of him. It was a testament to  Adam’s good heart that he didn’t immediately start punching Nick’s face in again and just take off.
    “I’d just found out I was going blind. It was one thing for you to be with me even with bad eyesight, but I couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving because I couldn’t see at all.”
    “You knew—you left me because you knew you were going
    blind?”
    Nick nodded. “Your face is the last thing I can remember seeing clearly. Almost immediately after I walked away, all I could make out were vague shapes and colors.” It had been like his vision had permanently blurred with tears. “And then one day I woke up and thought it was still nighttime even though it was morning. Everything was black and dark. I couldn’t see at all.”
    Adam sat up with him. “Jesus Christ.”
    Nick was only barely able to dodge the hands coming at his throat, but that didn’t stop Adam from trying to strangle him.
    “You fucking idiot!” Adam yelled. “You left me for that? Because you thought I’d leave you?”
    “You would have!” Nick yelled back, grabbing Adam’s fingers and twisting them enough to halt the coming attack.
    “That was not for you to decide,” Adam snarled. “I could have been there for you. I could have helped ”—
    “How would you have helped?” Nick snapped. “Would you have been able to bring my  sight back?”
    “Anything! Anything I could have done would have been something!”
    “Stop it.” Nick shook Adam off, and Adam didn’t try to strangle him again. “You weren’t there. You don’t know what I was like in the

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    beginning. I was a miserable prick. No one wanted to come near me,  and I didn’t want them near me. I would have driven you away  eventually.”
    “You didn’t drive your pack away,” Adam countered.
    “Phillip made the decision to not cast me out. That doesn’t mean  he was knocking at my door, forcing food into me, or making me  socialize. For a while I was no better than a wild wolf.”
    “It couldn’t have been—you don’t know that I would have left,”  Adam said, being stubborn about it.
    “I tried to kill myself. More than once. Whenever anyone came  near me I threw things at them, food, glass, it didn’t matter. There are  still people in my pack who won’t let their pups near me for how  violent I’d been.”
    Adam touched his face. His fingers were trembling. “Nick.”
    “You would have left me, Adam. You would’ve had to, even  if
    you were my mate, and even if you didn’t want to, because there’s no  way anyone could have stood being emotionally connected to the  creature I had been.”
    Nick laughed a little. “It’s actually how I learned how to go hunting on my own. When I started to  quiet down, I began to hear things that I didn’t know were there. When people got to be too afraid to bring food to me, and I