The Worst Of Luck

Chapter fourteen

"Long time no see. You look great, liv." he said, his eyes travelling down my body, as he used the nickname he used to call me growing up, and even when we were dating. "What are you doing here?" I asked, coldly, holding my glare on him. "Well, this is my pack." He said, as if it were the most obvious thing. "Right. And i thought my life couldn't get any better." I said throwing my hands up in frustration. "The question i should be asking, is why are you here." He asked, an eyebrow of his arched. "Long story short, my rejected mate wants our son to live with him, and I don't want to not be there for him, so when Vincent offered me a room, so I could still live with my son Aidan, I accepted." I said, watching his face contort with different emotions, as he processed the fact I had a kid, and a rejected mate. "I'm sorry, Liv." he said, looking guilty. Although he was good at pretending to feel things. "Well, I guess you're not the only one who thought they could find someone better." I said, my voice strong and cold. He looked up, meeting my gaze, as I watched his chocolate brown eyes fill with sorrow and pity. "I know I'm a little late, but I am sorry Olivia. If I could take it back I would. I was a stupid teenager, I didn't know what I wanted. But when you left, I knew the mistake I made was the biggest one I'd ever make. Everyday, I hoped you'd come back. It killed me, to not see your smile, or hear your laugh. My world wasn't the same with out you." Lies, lies, and lies. I watched the lies spill from his mouth as if he were reciting a poem he'd gone over about 6000 times. He could've said this the whole time between him cheating, and me leaving. But he didn't. "Your two and a half years too late." I said, watching him sigh and lower his head. I wanted to tell him I'd forgive him. And the old me would have. But I'm so fed up with giving people my heart, and watching them break it. I'm not making the same mistake I did when I put my trust and love Into him. "Maybe it won't happen today; but tell me you'll forgive me one day?" He asked, his eyes filled with pleads. "You were supposed to be my best friend, you knew me better than anyone else. You were my first everything, my first love, the first person I told about my father, I gave you everything. And in return, you broke my heart. You used me, and you broke me, like I meant nothing to you. So I wouldn't get your hopes up." I said, putting a venomous tone on every word. I watched the regret and pain wash over his face. Maybe he did feel bad about what he did. But, the best way to not get your heart broken, is too pretend you don't have one. "How old is he?" Dylan asked. I raised an eye brow, hoping he'd get the hint that I had no idea what he was talking about. "Your son. How old is he?" Dylan asked again, taking my hint. "Oh, he's two. Turning three in a few weeks." I said, answering his question. "So your our Luna?" Dylan asked. Ha, that was funny. Me Luna? I think not. "No. I'm just here. I guess," I said. How can I really explain my rank? What am I too this pack? Vincent wants Aidan to live with him, and probably for life. So does that mean I'm here for life? And if so, what will that mean for me? He only nodded, though I could tell he was probably as confused as I was. It was a difficult process to explain. "Well I'm going to go." I said turning around to leave, when Dylan grabbed my forearm, pulling me back. "Wait. Will I see you around?" He asked, hope clear on his face. "Well, considering I'm going to be here for most likely the rest of my life, I suppose you will." I said sarcastically. I saw the sides of his mouth twitching, in amusement. I sighed, and was about to turn around, when I heard a very low, menacing growl. Immediately, Dylan tenses, his jaw clenched, as he looked uneasy. I tried to look for who growled, but I didn't see anyone. "What's going on here?" A deep, raspy voice said. I knew who that voice belonged to; Vincent. I looked at Dylan, who was shirtless, then at me, who just had a pair of pants on. Okay, so even if he did think something happened, why would he care? He rejected me, and told me he didn't want a mate. "Nothing happened." I said blankly, giving him zero emotion. "Doesn't look like it." Vincent said, gesturing to Dylan, as he only seemed to be getting more and more angry about the whole situation. "Believe what you want. But I'd never sleep with the same guy who cheated on me, despite what you think of me." I said coldly, watching the shock make itself on to his face. He never knew about Dylan. Not that I ever had the chance to tell him. "That's what i thought. I'm gonna go now, but please make yourself aquatinted to one another. I think you'd get along well, you both seem to have some things In common." I said before walking away, leaving the two men who broke my heart in a matter of about 30 seconds behind.