2: Thank you

Felicity

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‘Dad brought you to my pack from the orphanage. Do you think that she could be your sister? Elder or younger?’

I never felt bad whenever Massimo mentioned ‘my pack’ instead of ours, but for some reason tonight, I couldn’t take his words in a positive way. Maybe I was not able to use my mind properly and was scared to lose him.

‘I’m the only child of my parents. No need to compare me with your mate,’ I couldn’t help but snap at him, and I gave a small nod to Luna of the neighbouring pack with a smile.

I felt his eyes on me, but I looked at him with a smile. ‘I just thought... but never mind, you're too blinded by jealousy to understand anything. But what I don’t understand is why. I never promised you... He stopped when he realised something.

‘I hope you aren’t pregnant yet, are you?’

‘What is going on in your mind, Imo?’ Instead of answering his question. I finally asked him directly. I wasn’t a fool who couldn’t see how his eyes weren’t leaving his mate until I snapped.

‘For now, I want to talk with her. But at the same time, I don’t want to hurt you in any way, Amee.’ Did he ever realise how much his blunt words hurt me sometimes?

How should I react to this? Whether I should be happy if my chosen mate wanted to go near another woman by telling me, Or whether I should be laughing that he didn’t want to hurt me but was doing just the opposite of it?

‘And what do you want to discuss with her? Are you going to reject her or me?’ I asked while guiding both toward the bar counter.

‘Corni wants her. He responded like a weak person, blaming his wolf. What about him? I very well knew that every wolf desired his or her fate over being chosen. So, I couldn’t blame Corni for that. It was his nature and mate bond because of which he wanted her.

Massimo ordered wine for both of us. As much as I wanted to drink it to get rid of the pain inside my heart. I couldn’t

All I did was smile.

‘And you deserve better,’ He added after taking a moment. Hah! The same clingy line that people use to get rid of another person in the relationship. I tried not to scoff, and I asked for a cocktail instead of wine. His eyes narrowed at that part, but he didn’t ask anything.

‘Of course. I do. Just like you found your mate, I’m sure I will find mine sooner or later.’ I responded with a smile and watched him flinch at my words. What? We could both play the game of hurting each other, Imo. I was so pissed at his words that I wanted to say a lot of mean things to him, but I didn’t. I couldn’t because he wasn’t doing the same to me.

He wasn’t being mean to me. He wasn’t saying hurtful things to me, so why would I?

"Excuse me?" I excused myself to leave there immediately because I was so done with putting a smile on my face. I had to use the restroom to cry my heart out.

Little did I know the woman I didn’t want to see was already in the washroom, washing her face. I wanted to ignore her just like a person suffering from the disease, but accidentally, our eyes met. Her eyes were bloodshot red, along with her nose.

It was clear that she was crying, maybe because she saw her mate with me.

I couldn’t blame her for that until my eyes landed on her neck and cheek. It looked like someone slapped her and tried to choke her.

"Who did this to you?" I asked her, reaching for her and assessing her injuries. I was also a medical student, except for the perfect Luna. So, this was the future doctor inside me who was concerned for the person in front of me.

She jerked my hand away when I touched her neck and glared at me.

"What is so special about you because of which my mate is not ready to leave you even though it has been five days already since we met?" She questioned me.

To be honest, I didn’t know the answer to her question, but what caught me off guard was the fact that Massimo learned about his fated mate five days before and hadn’t talked to me about it.

What was he thinking all these five days?

With that, she left there angrily, as if I wasn’t the one who entered her mate’s life after her. But maybe she wasn’t wrong at her place too.

This was the effect of the mate bond. My eyes traveled to the wall where that woman was washing her face. I headed towards it and touched the red liquid, which had ruined the white decor of the wall.

Blood.

Whose blood was that?

That woman?

Who would have hurt her? I couldn’t help but start playing Sherlock Holmes, checking the whole washroom, and there was no one except me.

All my plans to cry went out the window because of this incident. So, I walked out of the washroom, wondering whether I should inform Massimo about it or not.

And the moment I opened the door, I saw Massimo outside the door, and his nose was flaring like a pissed dragon. What shocked me was that his anger was directed at me. I saw his fated mate staring behind him, wiping her crocodile tears or real tears; I didn’t know.

"How could you?" He asked. I wasn’t a fool; I already knew what that witch would have fed him against me. This was nothing new. These tricks were too old, but unfortunately, Massimo fell for them.

At the same time, I wanted to laugh at my image in his eyes. I gave him ten years of my life by staying beside him, and he still believed a woman whom he had met five days before.

Finding the fated mate was one thing and losing his mind was another.

"I would have never let you follow Amelia to the washroom if I had known you were planning to kill her out of jealousy."

My eyes thinned, and I stared at the woman behind him after learning her name. First, her eyes and her hair; now her name.

This wasn’t some sort of coincidence that these things matched mine.

Amelia was my name.

"Eye on me. Dare you to threaten her again, or you will see the worst side of me, Amee?" He warned, raising his voice, at which I smiled, nodding my head.

I knew I was going to cry a lot after reaching home.

"In fact, I will make sure that this won’t happen again." My heart thudded, realising what was coming next. Though a part of me wished him to think about his decision wisely because his tone had calmed down while speaking the previous sentence, "Thank you for being an amazing Luna, Amee, and handling my pack. Now, it's time to step down from your position and also to reject each other."

And there I thought he would take his decision wisely.

I looked between him and his fated mate. How easily he asked me to step down from my position by saying two words. But then again, it was his pack, never mine.

His pack, his rules.

They were standing together while I was standing opposite them—a place where I belonged now.

"Okay," I agreed without throwing any tantrums. "Give me two days' time," I added. I had recently found out about my pregnancy. If I reject him or accept his rejection tonight, then I might end up losing my pup, and I couldn’t risk that.

"And for the next two days, I don’t want to see your face because it will remind me that you didn’t care to share the fact that you found your mate five days ago," I taunted with a smile. I knew that he didn’t cheat on me even though he had found his mate; otherwise, I would have felt that through the bond.

But then, it wasn’t something to be proud of either.

"What’s wrong with you, Amee? You never behaved like this."

"Well, my action is the reflection of your action," I said, looking between them. "Congratulations to both of you!" I added again, bitterly smiling. Turning my heels, I walked away from there, trying my best not to shatter like glass after all the damage that one person had done to me.

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#TBC