𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒... currently watching my mate go at it with the chick who's known for sleeping around. Grunts and moans filled the room as I watched, completely horrified. "Disgusting." Was the only thing I could think of-the only thing I could say at the moment. My face scrunched up in distaste, I truly was disgusted.
He quickly scrambled off of her, throwing on some pants while she just laid there smirking. "B-Babe I swear this is nothing!"
I erupted with laughter as tears streamed down my face. He looked at me with concern, obviously because I was laughing. And he was right to be, because I didn't even know why I was laughing.
"You're gonna screw the whore with crabs and you say this is nothing? Do you think I'm an idiot?" I balled my fists so hard my nails pierced the skin of my hands.
He looked away ashamed. "Can't you think with your head instead of your dick for once," I harshly mushed his head with my pointer finger. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot rapidly on the ground. 'Maybe I should shove his dick up his ass and feed him his own testicles.'
He came closer to me and I swiftly backed away. His face was filled with sadness and regret, while mine was covered in rage. I couldn't give a bigger fuck about his feelings when he just fucked with mine.
"Please forgive me. I'm sorry!" He was on his knees, both hands holding up his pants. I scoffed, realizing how pathetic he truly is. "Do you really think sorry is gonna cut it? Devon, you were supposed to be my mate. You were supposed to love me..." My voice was started to waver and crack, feeling the pain finally start to hit. "But I do- I do love you!"
"Yeah because screwing another girl behind my back just because I wasn't comfortable with having sex yet, is loving me right?" I took a breath and looked at the ground. "You know what I fucking went through and you still did something so unforgivable?"
He shuffled on his knees, getting closer to me as I backed away. "I swear this was the only time!" He tried to reach for me but I slapped his hand away. "It doesn't matter how many times- you still cheated on me!" I would know, I quite literally just watched it happen.
"You know what, since you clearly don't want me, I'll help you out." His face paled, knowing exactly what I was going to say next. "Azara please," he pleaded.
"I reject-"
"Please don't, I can change! I-I'll be better!" He grabbed my arm, begging me. I made a noise of disgust, almost gagging as he touched me. I ripped my arm out of his grasp and simply looked at him with pity.
"I reject you, Devon Rey, as my mate." He dropped to the ground, not uttering a sound and barely moving due to shock.
I wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh and rip out her throat with my canines, and I wanted to shred him into pieces and watch as he bled to death.
He should be grateful we spared him.
I walked out of the house and made my way into the woods that connected to the side of his house. As I was walking out, the confidence and sense of pride I had, simply vanished as tears spilled from my eyes.
"This hurts, it hurts so much." My wolf whimpered, feeling my pain. We both just lost our other half as quickly as he appeared into our lives. Why would the Moon Goddess gift me just to punish me?
I clutched my chest and kept walking with the burning sensation in my throat. It felt like it was on fire, and the churning in my stomach made things even worse-I wanted to throw up so badly.
I honestly thought this was the end of it all. The end of my awful life. Death from heartbreak...how miserable. I was foolish to think that I was going to settle down with him and even have pups. But now I see that my future plans were just imaginations.
Because nothing was ever easy. At least, for me it wasn't. It can never be easy.
☆𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂ ˙ׅ ׁ ׁ⠂I opened the door hoping no one would be home. But I seemed to be running into the worst of luck today. Both my Aunt and Uncle were at the door, holding a small cupcake. A single candle stood tall in the middle of the small cake, lighted with a dimming flame. Today was my birthday.
My eyes were red and puffy, face stained with dried up tears, leaving streaks along my cheeks and mascara stuck to my face.
They instantly gestured me to the living room and sat me down. No questions were asked, just soul crushing sobs and sniffles were heard throughout the house.
Oliver grabbed some bandages and other materials, cleaned up my hands and wrapped them up.
When I had finally calmed down, I told them what happened. They sympathized with me but wanted to kill the bastard. And I did too... but it didn't matter because I wouldn't be seeing him again. I wouldn't be seeing any of them after today.
I'm petty and very vengeful, so naturally, I want this to haunt him forever. To hope his decision keeps him up at night, regretting what he did.
But for the rest of the day, we just ate cake and cozied up in the pile of blankets and pillows on the couch. Tissues sat on the side for my sporadic breakdowns, and movies played in the background to distract me from my thoughts.
I laid my head on Oliver's shoulder as I watched Harry Potter. Despite all that happened, I couldn't help but be incredibly grateful to the both my aunt and uncle. Rumi and Oliver may not have been my biological parents, but they have proven time and again that they are my parents, regardless of DNA. They've been better parents to me than my "parents" ever were and they loved me as their own.
