I Will Not Defend You, Artemis

I fumbled through the words, "I don't need your help," as I backed away from the man who had offered me a method to exact revenge. I have no idea how he could piece together my history and the hurtful things Blake has done to me.

"I realize you aren't feeling very comfortable right now," I stopped as he spoke, and I gently turned to face him. He flashed me a grin that was more of a smirk than a genuine smile but was nonetheless referred to as a smile.

He handed me a piece of paper to look over. The number belongs to him.

"Feel free to give me a call," he suggested. For me to value this offer, I don't need to have any other information about him. However, I save the paper and tuck it away in my pocket, even if I am not yet thinking of anything else.

I never said or said anything else, but I did walk away and get inside the car when she approached me.

I started driving as quickly as I could manage. At this point, I don't even intend to return to the house. Even talking to them or confronting them is beyond my capabilities.

I have nothing but contempt for my entire family, including him.

"I'm sorry. . ." I fumbled over my remarks, feeling embarrassed for Tereza that she was acting in such a manner. The fact that I have such a physical look is not enough to make him like me because it is not appealing enough.

I loved him.

I despise myself for being forced to harbor such hatred for him.

Why is it her?

I am aware that she is far more talented than I am, that she can fight more effectively, that she will one day become the Luna of our pack, that she possesses the most potent power in our bloodline after my parents, and that she will one day be the mate of a powerful man . . .

Blake would get along well with her.

I suppose that they are the ones that are looking out for one another.

"You're not sorry. There is not a single thing about you that deserves regret." Tereza answered. I know her heart is currently crushed and damaged, and she is doing everything she can to keep her words as straightforward as possible.

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I have no idea what went wrong in my head, but for some reason, I decided to stop the automobile in front of the club.

I look in the rearview mirror, dab some powder on my face, and apply some make-up, so it will not be clear that I have just finished crying. I stepped out of the car and slammed the door before entering the club and focusing all of my attention on what was going on there.

I am unable to check the time, so I am unable to tell you what time it is right now.

The locals had utterly lost their minds. They drink a lot of beer and dance at the same time. They are just giggling even though there are broken glasses.

A man may be seen precisely holding a beer in his hand. This is the first time I have been let into the club. I ought to be good and refrain from drinking beer, but I can't seem to stop myself from doing it. I grabbed his beer and drank it without hesitating or flinching when I should have been innocent.

"Hey! What the heck are you doing!" he shouted; I didn't even bother to halt what I was doing. After drinking everything, I just released my hold on it, and I coughed, and I could fodd in my stomach, and I changed my focus to the man who was insane.

When our eyes met, the expressions on his face altered, even though he intended to give me a lousy eye look or some other hostile reaction.

"An omega. . ." He murmured to his friends; they looked at me while laughing. "On what basis did you determine that I am an omega?" I was confused, and then I chuckled. The pain in my head was getting worse, and I was going to get up and leave, but he grabbed hold of my hand.

"You can't possibly be interested in me, woman. You consume what I have already paid for. I know you are looking for a job that pays well right now." He claimed his eyes had traveled down to my entire body like an actual pervert. It disgusts me, but I didn't do anything.

I am offended by the things he has said.

"Do you believe I am some random stripper, you cretin!?" I let out a roar as I watched him. I became enraged, sensing my anger leaving my body, and my pupils dilated as I stared at his face. He turned to his friends and laughed as they continued to drink beer.

He chews the inside of his bottom lips. "As a result, everyone in omega has turned to strip to make ends meet. Let's be honest here; I know you did that to dazzle me. You've got a beautiful body—" I smacked both cheeks without hesitation, and his words were immediately cut off.

His friends started making jokes about him behind his back.

"Oh, men. . ." They are all whispering, and this makes him even more irritated.

"You find that offensive even though it's the truth, right? Now, come along with me!" He yelled at me and then tried to touch my skin, but I kept pushing him away, and now I don't feel comfortable around him.

"Don't make any attempt to touch me!" I yelled at him, but he didn't stop trying to be bothersome to me, and now his other pals have started to join in with him. They have risen to their feet and are standing beside and behind him.

"I'll pay you—"

"I do not require any financial assistance, women. . ." He uttered. His eyes cover my entire body, and he has bit the corners of his lower lips. I have started to walk away from him, but I haven't turned around; instead, I am walking in the opposite direction.

Until I feel like I hit someone's body. . .

He was curious and said, "What are you doing?"

I hadn't even turned around when I recognized Blake's voice, but it was him. I'm not sure if I should consider myself to be in a safe environment when I'm with him right now. My eyes welled up with tears, the pain in his voice continued, and I was aware that he would not protect me at this time.

I mumbled, "They tried to touch me. . ."

"What is the name of hell that would possess you to come here?" He shouted and grabbed my hand; now I am standing beside him, and I can see his veiny hand in mine, and tears are streaming out of my eyes uncontrollably.

I have no idea. At the same time, I am furious.

"What are you trying to find? Do you want me to beat the crap out of you all and make you a laughingstock?" He forewarned them and caused them fear. They instantly lowered their head while maintaining a sneer on their face.

"We get it. That omega must be your significant other—"

They were cut off when he said, "Get out of my face right now." It has been established beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am his partner, but he cannot clear this up.

They rolled their eyes at him before leaving the room.

Now, he tore my hand away from me.

Although he believes I am unclean and does not want to shake my hand, the reality is that he is acting in an unorganized manner at this very moment.

I can't let on that I was aware of it.

He issued the command, "Go home."

I took a deep breath and laughed off my anger by saying something silly. I'm very aware that my sobriety level has dropped a bit.

"What? Blake, you are not the only person who can get to the club. Let's be honest about it —"

"I don't want to see your face here, and if you're not going to leave right now, I'll let those guys harass you," he shouted.

That took me by surprise. I startled myself and was taken aback by his words when he opened his mouth. I clamped my palm over my mouth and chuckled.

I managed to stammer, "Okay. . ."

"If you revisit this location in the future. I shall discuss this matter with your parents; wasn't this a requirement of the rule? You are obligated to accept my wishes, and I do not want you to consume alcohol in the company of anyone else or even in this club—"

"Are you crazy!? Why is it that I can't have a drink with somebody? This is not fair at all—" I was unable to complete what I was going to say because he grabbed my hand, gave me the'shh' sign, and I could see how he raised his eyes in anger.

This caused his eyes to turn a bright red.

"You're such a disgrace. You ought to be able to behave like neither of them." He then pushed me aside while whispering something in my ear.

He left, and when he returned, his companions had just entered the room with many drinks in their hands and had set them down on the table. They greet one another. Indeed he is rejoicing that he has finally fucked my sister.

I have no idea how long they have been lying to me about this. I wipe the tears that are pouring down my face and decide to leave the club. The temperature is falling, and the sky is getting darker all around.

I sobbed.

Fuck.

I despise myself for being incapable of expressing my emotions because I believe I do not have the right to get angry at him. After all, he has never loved me. Our relationship is nothing more than a superficial friendship. . .

It's not chump change in my book.

I cried even more as I leaned against my car and sobbed.

"Hey," a voice calm in the background.

A deep voice. I glanced at that person; I didn't anticipate that it would be Kade. I find it hilarious that he is dressed in a black business suit—but it's just hilarious because I thought I was seeing Blake right now, but it's him.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked.

He quickly and unequivocally responded, "No, I wouldn't."

I stare at him. "Put an end to your efforts to win me over. I don't require any assistance from you." I began, and to protect myself from the cold, I enveloped my body in my palm.

He sighs and never listens.

He put on my black business jacket; I was so surprised that it caused my eyes to widen. He took off his black business jacket and put it on mine.

"Hey—"

"It's cold. It is in my best interest to leave immediately to avoid you accusing me of stalking. I won't even attempt to go beyond my limits, Artemis. I am aware of my limitations because this is our first time meeting, but I guarantee that I am superior to everyone else you have encountered." He cut me off in the middle of what I was saying, and his deep voice persuaded me. He even makes it sound softer and more understandable.

I don't know what more to accuse you of.

He leaves the scene, gets inside his sports car, and begins driving at an unsafe speed.

I'm hacking up a lung, and I have no idea what to do. It required of me to return the jacket to him.

I opened the door to my car and was about to get inside when I felt a painful grip on my arm. It turned out to be Blake. My pulse has picked up, and I can smell him. My heart is racing. This odor is highly addicting and can potentially drive you completely nuts.

"What exactly are you up to?" I inquired while maintaining a tight grasp on my words and appearing completely unbothered. At this moment, I wouldn't say I like it when he touches me, but at the same time, it makes me want to let him pain me by connecting me to get revenge.

He took the jacket off of me and was going to toss it, but I snatched it out of his hand and threw it in the trunk of my car instead.

"You are not at liberty to engage in any activity—"

"You're wearing a jacket that looks like it belonged to a fucking man, and you acted like you were afraid to be near them?" He asked. It seems he has every right to ask me that, but in reality, I should be the one to ask him something right now.

Even looking into his eyes is too much for me to handle now.

I am not the one who is at blame; instead, who is it that believes that I am the one who is attempting to escape him?

"Look at me, Artemis—"

"I'm going to get going now. Blake, I don't want to put you in a position where you're embarrassed in front of your peers. Thank you for your time," I caught his attention by entering the vehicle and immediately beginning to get the engine ready.

"You are being so damn obstinate it's not even funny. I wanted to ensure you knew that I would not be concerned about anything between you and another guy. You're not significant. I am telling you this for one reason: I want you to realize how foolish you have been." I started driving the automobile; I noticed that his voice was getting softer as I was going away.

Because of my tears, I can't get a good look at the road ahead. I have no interest in hearing what he has to say.

I can't imagine a man like him trying to trick me would have the audacity to try to warn me with his ignorance.

It is my responsibility to give him a heads-up.