I Don’t Give A Damned!

The Perspective of Blake

I don't remember anything that happened, but I do know that my friends have already found out that Artemis is my mate, which is fucking disgusting.

I hoped they would never find out about it, but it's over. It is embarrassing to have a partner like her because she is feeble and too sensitive to act, and she gives the impression that she is innocent in all related matters.

I am more interested in women who can fulfill my requirements. A flirty woman, for short, is indeed my type.

When I am in her presence, I don't even experience anything. There is no chemistry between the two of us.

As for now, I had just gotten out of the shower—I looked around and saw Artemis dozing off on the couch. My heart is beating quickly as I watch her sleep peacefully. I was under the impression that it was Hermione, her identical twin sister.

They have an uncanny resemblance to one another; her twin sister is the one I liked, and I will never want someone who is an attention seeker and a novice in battle like her.

I paid her no attention as I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom and dressed in the clothes that I like to wear—after that, I sprayed some perfume on my wrist, and when I turned around, Artemis was already standing there.

"I'm going with my friends," I told her without giving any reaction and walked out at the same time, and I saw that she had already prepared some food.

Even if she gave me something, I wouldn't need it.

She responds, "But you are obligated to consume the meal I have prepared for you." I can't keep from feeling annoyed whenever I hear her speak; everything about her irritates me.

My jaw was clenched tightly. "I don't need it," I quickly responded and continued to wear my shoes.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I am aware that you are still upset about what took place, but you have to understand me—"

"It is too late to do anything about it now, and the only thing I can do is deal with the nonsense and the embarrassment that it has caused—even if you did not engage in behavior of that nature, they would likely be aware of it. I do not want you to appear in front of my friends." I tried to get her attention by interrupting her and making it clear that I did not want her to continue to be a nuisance to me, but she still did not comprehend what I was saying.

"Blake. I want us to have a conversation appropriately. Perhaps our parents would be open to hearing our thoughts on this matter—"

"Are you aware of what?" I questioned her about it. "Why didn't you have the same amount of intelligence as your sister?" I added. I didn't mean to imply that, but I am pleased with myself that I was able to tell that she was stupid without actually stating it, and she seemed to have understood what I meant.

"You are causing me to lose valuable time. Just get a taxi," I remarked as I glanced at my wristwatch, noticing that her eyes appeared tired.

I have no idea what might be wrong with her. I never seek her assistance—because she was the cause of the unfortunate events that transpired in my life, I see no reason to consent to anyone fixing me.

She will never be able to convince me to see things in a different light. There is only one woman who I will ever allow into my life, and she is the only one who has the potential to heal the wounds that I have caused.

I try to leave the house, but she continues to pursue me outside.

She croaked. "You know I love you so much, right?" I was detained by walking, and my eyes were fixed on my path. I produced a sound like my tongue clicked and stated that I did not find any value or worth in her words.

I did a complete about-face. "Would you like me to extend my gratitude for that?" I was curious because the more I saw her in pain, the more content I felt. I suppose that because I despise this person so much, causing them pain makes me feel better.

"Artemis, you were the one who wanted this. I believe I've developed a taste for this. . . I won't stop demonstrating actions like this to you; eventually, you will become exhausted from them, but I still haven't decided whether or not to release you once you get tired." I highlighted those lines; I meant that whatever she desired would eventually come to her, and this was an unstoppable force for her.

She appeared to be too fascinated with me, to the point that she even told her parents about me.

I am well aware that every one of the women is deeply in love with me, but that does not mean that they carry the same weight as Hermione did in my heart.

Hermione hasn't told me anything yet, but I've been courting her, and it's messed up when her twin sister is my mate. I've loved Hermione ever since we were in high school together, and she hasn't told me anything, either.

I have always believed that Hermione is my true love. It will arrive more quickly.

Artemis gives a little shake of her head. It doesn't matter to me if she still believes that the reason I'm acting this way toward her is that this is the first time I've ever been in a relationship with someone I dislike.

"I need to get going now," I told her—seeing her sit there with tears streaming down her face made me feel exhausted.

Every time I stand in front of her, I can't help but think about Hermione. It bothers me when I sense that there is some tension between us.

I got into my sports vehicle, put on my glasses, and started driving as quickly as I could back to the pack by myself.

It's not shocking to me if my mother and father are going to yell at me again because of this.

—–—

I finally got back to the pack—I got out of the car, and I noticed those gals looking in my direction. I paid them no attention. I don't care about any of them, but I do enjoy having female company in my bedroom.

I walked past them toward the enormous castle in our family's possession; the soldiers nodded in acknowledgment.

"For god damn sake, Blake. Where have you been all this time!" The tone of my father's voice has already been elevated to address me—I don't have any intention of talking to him—my mother just came down the stairs with the beta, and they are both staring at me.

I didn't get a response.

"Where can I find Artemis? She comes to get you," my mother questioned me.

"It's not my job, mom—"

"Stop being a jerk until now, Blake!" Father reprimanded me by interrupting what I was saying. I smirked while maintaining a neutral expression on my face.

They are the one who is making my life a living hell.

"You are a capable warrior, and there is a high possibility that you will become the next Alpha of this pack, the Blood Pearl Pack; nevertheless, all you did was hang around with your friends and drink. You are acting as though you are nothing, and you are acting as though you do not have your future, Luna—"

"I told you I don't fucking care about that chick," I flopped, and their countenance showed how disgusted they were by my statement.

"Why can't you permit me to enjoy the things within my capabilities? I cannot just sit here and wait for a conflict to start. However, Artemis is not my type—" Father abruptly punched me in the face before I could complete what I was about to say.

I covered my cheeks because of how hard my father smacked them.

"Hun, please don't act like that!" My mother was fuming and trying to come over to talk to me—I clenched my jaw as I walked away from my parents.

This family does not provide me with any enjoyment. The only objective I set for myself was to achieve the status of Alpha. I wanted nothing more than for my father to pass away.

I have already given my friends a call, and they have informed me via text message that they have arrived at the bar—although it was difficult for me to confront them, I did so anyway.

I walked inside, everyone turned to look at me, and I hurriedly drank one of the beer glasses.

Nathan told me, "Calm down, bro."

I didn't even listen.

"Fuck that lady; because of her, I'm going to have to destroy the relationship I have with my father completely. It's a complete and utter sham; she's not even my girlfriend!" I shrieked, and the blows that my father had just given me were still searing my cheeks with pain.

"We saw, and we know," Jake says as he hands me ice, and I bite my lower lips as I shove it into my cheeks, groan, and sit down in the chairs.

"We are aware. She is nothing but filth," Cedric remarked in a hushed tone. "It's no secret that you have a thing for Hermione, her identical twin sister."

"Why can't you admit that she's attractive? It is, in every sense, the same thing." Nathan said, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"She's not smart enough to be my Luna," I had stated, and I wasn't anticipating that Artemis would suddenly come, and she was hurrying to be here.

Father most likely explained the situation to her.

I felt the anger rising within me once more.

"Blake," she uttered, and she was carrying a lot of first aid supplies at the time—as if I were going to die.

"I have no use for it!" I laughed it off.

They are all coming closer to her while smiling at her and whispering something that sounds like, "Wow. . ."

"I'm Jake,"

"I'm Calvin,"

"My name is Nathan,"

They all went around and introduced themselves, and it irritated me that they were paying attention to her while doing so; she even smiled in front of them. . .

She is straightforward to get along with.

"Well, I guess I'm Hermione,"

It was she who came. They are both versions of the same woman who caught my attention.