Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Twenty-Five

Jacqueline's Point of View

I had to see him. I just had to. It had been months since I have seen him last, and my wolf Cecily turned against me. She calls me an ungrateful whore. I'd rather be screwing Zayn than my own mate apparently. Everyday I hear her sobbing for her mate. Crying out for the man that chose a family of demons over her, over me.

Her sobs often come with strings of swears with my name attached to them. Her cursing my name is nearly, if not more, painful than Mason abandoning us. She was my support one and I, hers. We damned the man that would not leave for us together. We inspired and pushed each other carry on together. We let ourselves go and breathe in the air of sweet youth together. We danced, sang, and fucked our virginity away together. We accidentally fell in love with man that would never be ours..together. Then Cecily had too much, or not enough I should say.

She abandoned me similar to how Mason abandoned us. Unlike Mason, I forgive her. Wolves aren't meant to live so long without their mates, and she had been without hers for years. I forgave her.

Mason.

I like to make it seem as though, I have no feelings, no tenderness to give him, but I do. I do not feel immense pull of the mate bond as strong as Cecily does because I without Cecily's consciousness and abilities I am merely a human dull to the world of weres and lycans. I may be human, but I do ache for my mate. My soul calls out for him and begs him to come to me everyday. I need him, I want him.

I cry for him nearly everyday, but apparently he chooses Joshua for me. There's some prophecy Joshua is trying unlock to gain wealth and Mason will get a portion of it for assisting Joshua. I don't know and frankly I don't care. I don't want wealth, I don't want the money or whatever Mason is trying to get if that means he has to sell his soul to get it. I don't want it. I just want him.

I hate him. He is the devil's right hand-man or right hand-demon, but I love him. Every cell in my body was made to crave, want, need, love and be loved by him. And every cell calls out for him, so today I'll scoop whatever is left of my pride and beg my ex lover, my Alpha to let me see him. And I will have to see the woman he left me for.

I sigh as I grab my keys from the glass dish at my door and head out to my car.

After a twenty minute drive to the Alpha house, I get out of my car dragging my feet on the trimmed grass.

I look up to the sleek grey bricked house and cry out. It's been so long since I've been here. Just as I bring my fist up to tap on the wooden red door, I hear a giggle her giggle. I have to tuck my pride back in and tap on the door twice.

"I'll get it!" I hear her singing in that sweetly sick melodic voice and a bit of my ego pokes its ugly head.

Then the door open and she pops out the door. I look down at her and cannot believe Zayn would leave me for her. She is a head shorter than me, and a pudgy around her hips and thighs. She is still in her pajamas, wearing red poka dot shorts, black thigh highs, and a black t-shirt. I noticed the scaring and stretch marks on her thighs and gag.

A small voice in my head list off all my flaws as I struggle to find another on her.

As soon as she sees me the smile on her face drops.

"Jacquline.." I rolled my eyes at the sound of my name coming from her mouth.

"I didn't come for you. I came to speak to my Alpha." I crossed my arms and looked down at her. What does Zayn even see in her.

Tiffany sighed but ushered me inside and scurried of somewhere to collect Zayn.

The house was still how I remembered it. I'm surprised Tiffany hasn't done anything to change it.