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155: Borderline Awkward
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 156: The Confession
EVA’S POVThe sharp knock at the door tore through my sleep like a blade, yanking me from a fragile dream. I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and pressing my face into the pillow, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and leave.The knocking came again, harder this time, rattling the thin door. “Whoever it is, go away!” I shouted, my voice thick with sleep and irritation.“Eva! It’s me—please, open up!”Vivian? Her voice cracked, raw and unfamiliar, and an uneasy prickle shot through me. I dragged myself out of bed, my head foggy as I stumbled across the room.She never sounded like that—not Vivian, not the girl who could chew someone out without breaking a sweat.When I pulled the door open, whatever I was about to say died in my throat. She stood there, trembling, barely holding herself upright.Her hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands, and her oversized shirt—definitely not hers—hung awkwardly off one shoulder. But it was her eyes that hit me the hardest. They were swolle
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HANNAH’S POVI woke to the soft, rhythmic sound of Jackson’s breathing beside me, his little chest rising and falling with such perfect innocence that it made my heart ache. The pale sunlight seeped through the curtains, painting his face in a golden glow. For a moment, I didn’t move, just watched him—the curve of his cheeks, the flutter of his lashes.He looked so peaceful, and in that stillness, I found a fleeting sense of calm. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to his warm cheek, my lips lingering for a heartbeat.Slipping from the bed, I tightened my robe around me and padded silently to the bathroom. The cool splash of water on my face was like a reset button, wiping away the remnants of sleep. As I dried my face, the thought of pancakes floated to mind—unbidden but welcome. Jackson loved pancakes, especially with a swirl of honey.Back in the bedroom, I changed into Xavier shorts and leggings before pulling my hair into a loose bun.Humming softly, I headed to the kitchen, t
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HANNAH’S POVOnce inside, I led Coby to the dining table and gestured for him to sit. He sank into the chair heavily, as though gravity had claimed a special hold on him.Without a word, I poured him a cup of coffee. The kettle hissed softly, and the bitter scent of the brew filled the air. I placed the mug in front of him, the faint clink against the table the only sound between us. “Here,” I said simply.“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice rough and small. He wrapped both hands around the mug, his fingers trembling slightly. He sipped, his shoulders slumping further, as if the heat in the cup could thaw the cold inside him.I sat across from him, my gaze sharp and unwavering. He avoided it, staring into the dark liquid like it held answers he was too afraid to speak aloud.The Coby I remembered wasn’t this… diminished. He used to carry himself with a sharp-edged arrogance, always ready to cut someone down if it suited him. Now, that sharpness was gone, dulled to something that looked u
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COBY’S POVI leaned against the counter, arms folded, the cool edge pressing into my back as I stood there, silent. My eyes stayed on them—Hannah, her arms wrapped tight around Jackson, his head tucked under her chin like it was where he belonged.Her face was hidden, buried in his messy curls, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if she was smiling or holding back tears. Either way, I wasn’t part of it.Jackson’s laughter cut through the heavy silence like sunlight piercing storm clouds. It was bright, full, and innocent in a way that made my throat tighten.The sound pulled a smile from me despite everything, but it was fleeting. The joy in his laugh felt like a reminder of everything I wasn’t—everything I’d lost.“Can I have pancakes?” he asked, his small, hopeful voice breaking the quiet.“Pancakes?” Hannah repeated, tilting her head to look down at him with a teasing glint in her eye. “Hmm… what about broccoli pancakes instead? So healthy. So delicious.” Her voice was playful, soft—
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Coby’s POVShe sat at the edge of the table, smoothing Jackson’s messy hair with tender, rhythmic strokes. Her touch was so soft, so unguarded, it felt like catching a glimpse of something fragile—a rare treasure she kept hidden from me. She didn’t look my way, but I could feel it: the invisible wall between us.It was my wall. My doing. Every lie, every moment I’d turned away instead of toward her, had laid another brick. Now, it towered between us, solid and unyielding.If I could take it all back—every selfish choice—I would. But regrets don’t rewrite the past. They only carve heavier lines into the present. And so, I sat there, a silent guest in her world, trying not to shatter the thin peace she’d allowed me.I wanted to say something, anything. But words felt like stones, clumsy and heavy, with no good place to land. Instead, I stayed quiet, watching as the morning played out around me.Breakfast ended in a soft chaos—sticky plates smeared with syrup, Jackson’s half-eaten pancak
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XAVIER’S POVAs soon as the meeting wrapped up, I finally felt like I could breathe after holding it in for hours. The tension that had knotted my shoulders slowly eased, leaving behind a strange, weightless feeling. Freedom.No more sterile hotel rooms with their faint bleachy tang. No more forced smiles in stifling conference rooms. I was done. Done and heading back to where I belonged—to them. To Hannah and my mate, Jackson.Packing was mechanical, almost too easy. How much does a man really need when his heart is somewhere else? My clothes were just placeholders, things to keep me functioning while I was away.The thought of home filled me with restless energy. My flight wasn’t for hours, but I was already counting the minutes. Should I call Hannah? Tell her I’d be back early? My fingers hovered over the phone.No.I wanted the surprise. I wanted to see that look she gave me—the one that made every long day and every ache worth it. A text to Kas would do instead.“Pick me up from
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HANNAH’S POV“Coby.” I froze at the sound of the voice, the mug of coffee in my hand forgotten as I turned to see Xavier standing in the doorway like a storm that had just blown in.His frame seemed broader, his presence larger than life, but his face—oh, his face was what stopped me in my tracks. He looked tired—not just physically, but in a way that cut deep, as if he’d been carrying something heavy for far too long.For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. What was Xavier doing here? I had given up on him coming back anytime soon. I had imagined this moment a thousand times, but never like this. Never with him showing up unannounced on a random morning.“Xavier,” I managed to whisper.Before I could even gather my thoughts, my body moved on instinct, my feet pulling me toward him. But then I saw the look on his face, and it stopped me cold. His eyes weren’t on me—they were locked on the living room.I followed his gaze, and my heart sank. Coby was there, standing with Jacks
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 052: Love, Pain And Stubborn Husband
LILY’S POV Three days. It had been three days since I woke up, and every moment since felt like walking through a dream—hazy, fragile, but achingly real. The pain was still there, a dull, persistent throb that pulsed with every breath, a cruel reminder of what I’d survived. But it was nothing compared to the warmth that flooded me whenever I looked at my husband, Andrew. Gosh, referring to him as my husband still felt so surreal. He hadn’t left my side, not once, despite my weak protests. His stubbornness was maddening, but it also made my heart ache with a love so fierce it felt like it might burst. “Andrew,” I whispered, my voice thin, like a thread about to snap. “You need to go home. Sleep in a real bed. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He shook his head, his hand tightening around mine, his rough fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. “I’ll rest when you’re home with me,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Until then, I’m not leaving.
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 052: Vanishing Villain
XAVIER’S POV The next morning, I sat with Hannah and Jackson in the living room. Jackson’s laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but it felt distant, as though I were hearing it through water. My mind kept circling back to Elijah—the fire, the chaos, the way he’d vanished like smoke. I wanted to believe he was gone, but something in my gut twisted, whispering that he wasn’t done. Not yet. Knowing Elijah, he was probably somewhere buying time, waiting to strike again when we least expected. “Daddy, look!” Jackson’s voice broke through my thoughts. He held up a crooked drawing of what looked like a wolf—or maybe a dog. His little hands were smudged with crayon, his face beaming with pride. I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy. Is that me?” He nodded vigorously. “Yeah! And that’s Mommy, and that’s me!” He pointed to three stick figures standing beside the wolf. My chest tightened. He had no idea how fragile this peace was, how close we were to losing it
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 050: Set It On Fire
XAVIER’S POV The night clung to us like a suffocating shroud as we crept toward Elijah’s house. The forest was alive with the restless whispers of the wind. My men moved like wraiths behind me, their presence a steady, silent hum of loyalty. Kas was at my side, his sharp eyes darting across the dark corners, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitching. My mind was a blade, honed to a razor’s edge. No hesitation. No mercy. Not after what Elijah had done. “Search the house,” I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the stillness. “Bring him in—dead or alive.” The words hung heavy, a storm brewing in the air. My men nodded, their movements precise as they fanned out. But as we neared the front door, my Lycan senses prickled. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth was tainted—sharp, acrid. Gasoline. My nostrils flared, and a growl rumbled deep in my chest, raw and guttural. “Stay back!” I barked, throwing my arm out to halt them. My heart hammered against
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 049: Stages Of Grief
ELIJAH’S POV The hospital’s sterile air clung to my skin as I left Hannah behind, her words echoing in my mind like a death knell. Xavier wasn’t a man who forgave, and his wrath would be a storm I couldn’t outrun. But I couldn’t think about that now. Andrew was the priority. Finish him, then vanish before Xavier’s claws could find me. I hurried home, my heart pounding like a war drum. The streets blurred as I drove, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beatrice. She didn’t know how close we were to the edge. She didn’t know how much danger we were in. As I neared my home, my lycan stirred uneasily, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Something felt... off. The ache in my chest wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper, something close to dread. When I pulled up to the house, the silence hit me like never before. There were no guards. No servants. Just an eerie stillness that made my skin crawl. My lycan’s growl turned into a whine, a sound I hadn’t heard in years. “Beatrice
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 048: Saved Souls
ANDREW’S POV The room erupted into a frenzy of motion as the doctors rushed in, their faces a mix of shock and forced calm. My chest heaved, and my hands trembled at my sides, slick with sweat. The echo of my own voice still rang in my ears—raw, desperate, pleading for help. My eyes stayed locked on Lily, her fragile form almost swallowed by the sterile white sheets. But she was alive. Awake. Her eyelids fluttered, and the sight hit me like a sucker punch. Relief and guilt crashed together in a storm I couldn’t begin to sort out. The doctors moved around her with practiced precision, their murmurs a low, clinical hum. I stood frozen, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Every second stretched into an eternity, every beep of the monitor a cruel reminder of how close I’d come to losing her. Finally, one of the doctors—a woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense air—turned to me. Her smile was small but real, and it felt like the first crack of sunlight after a lon
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 047: Blood, Bandage, And Bedside
ANDREW’S POV The cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to me like a second skin as I burst into the open. My chest heaved, not just from running, but from the raw, unrelenting fury burning in my veins. Beatrice was gone—her lifeless body left behind in that cursed cell—but Elijah… Elijah was still out there. And he would pay. I shifted into my wolf form, my paws pounding against the earth as I raced toward the main house. The guards and servants scattered like leaves in the wind, their shouts fading into the background. They weren’t my concern. My focus was singular, unyielding: find Elijah. Make him suffer. Make him regret digging his claws into what was mine. But as I tore through the forest, my wolf’s instincts sharp and unerring, I collided with a force that stopped me dead in my tracks. Alpha Xavier and his men stood before me, their presence commanding and unshakable. Xavier’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I shifted back into my human form, my body trembling with a mix
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 046: Dinner And Dagger
ANDREW’S POV The heavy dungeon door creaked open, and Beatrice stepped inside, her boots echoing against the cold stone floor. She carried a plate of food, her grip tight, knuckles whitening. Her eyes flicked to me, and for a split second, I saw it—hesitation, a flicker of doubt. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a hard, angry glare. She was trying to convince herself as much as me. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my face calm. This was my chance—my only chance to break free. “Beatrice,” I said, my voice low but steady. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go. I’ll make sure Xavier knows you were just following orders. You don’t have to go down with Elijah. He’s just using you.” She stopped short, her lips curling into a sneer. “Save your breath, Andrew,” she spat, her voice sharp but with a tiny crack in it—a fracture. “You’re going to die soon anyway. Why don’t you just shut up?” She dropped the plate in front of me. The bowl clattered, soup slos
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 045: Guarding And Glaring
HANNAH’S POV Elijah’s footsteps faded down the hallway, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. My chest felt tight, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. I turned to Lily, my hands trembling as I reached for her. Her face was pale, her chest rising and falling in shallow, mechanical breaths. I leaned closer, my fingers brushing her wrist to check for a pulse. It was there—faint but steady. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. The image of Elijah hovering over her, his cold gaze lingering, sent a chill through me. He hadn’t come to check on her. He’d come to finish what he had already started. “Lily,” I whispered, my voice breaking. I took her hand, squeezing it gently as if I could will some of my strength into her. “Please, wake up. You have to fight. We need you.” My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “You’re not alone, okay? I’m here. Xavier’s here. We won’t let him hurt you again.” Her hand twitched—just the sl
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 044: One Wrong Move
ELIJAH’S POV The heavy dungeon door groaned as it swung shut behind me, its iron hinges screaming in protest. My boots scraped against the uneven floor, each step a deliberate act of defiance as Andrew’s muffled groans faded into the oppressive darkness. My chest tightened, a volatile mix of anger and satisfaction coiling deep within me. He deserved this. Every agonizing second of it. Beatrice caught up with me, her face a mask of worry. “We need to kill him before Xavier returns and finds out. If we’re caught, it’ll be over for both of us.” I glanced at her, slightly irritated. “Not yet, Beatrice. I want him to suffer more before I end him. He stays alive for now, and that’s final.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You’re making a mistake. Keeping Andrew alive is too dangerous, especially with Xavier sniffing around. It’s not about Andrew himself—it’s about what happens if Xavier returns with more guards to search for him.” I considered her words for a moment, the scenario
